Seeing isn't always believing?
Justin lingered in place for a while, keeping his guard up.
"Young man?"
Just as he was about to continue deeper into the mountain, a curious voice appeared behind Justin.
"Did you also get lost in the mountains?"
Crap in a basket!
That voice was all too familiar to Justin—it sounded exactly like the woman who had pleaded for help last night.
Turning around, he saw a young girl with a sly smile, carrying a large bamboo basket on her back.
"Miss, who are you?"
"Isn't it obvious who I am?"
As she spoke, Huahua patted the bamboo basket behind her and sang.
"The mushroom-picking girl with a big bamboo basket on her back."
Justin: "?"
Pick mushrooms my foot!
Strange mountains paired with a strange girl, nothing good can come of this!
"Did you also get lost in the mountains?"
The kind-hearted Huahua asked Justin again.
"I'm not lost in the mountains; I happen to have business to attend to in there."
