"What on earth happened?"
Following local custom, Lu Xin crawled into Old Zhou and Little Zhou's tent.
By the faint light outside, he saw that the uncle and nephew were both wearing wary, terrified expressions.
Little Zhou's body was even trembling faintly.
Their abnormal reaction put Lu Xin on guard as well. He pulled the bag in front of himself, ready to draw his gun at any moment.
"Shh..."
Old Zhou gestured to Lu Xin, then lowered his voice. "You'll know soon enough."
Hearing that, Lu Xin could only be patient and wait quietly.
He heard that there was not a sound outside the tent anymore. The people who had been chatting, talking, and singing had all fallen silent without warning. Even the ones who had been snoring sounded as if someone had pinched their noses shut...
The entire world was eerily quiet.
"Tap, tap, tap..."
Only after quite a while did the sound of footsteps come from outside.
If the surroundings had not been so quiet, the footsteps would have been hard to make out.
Under the tense gazes of Old Zhou and his nephew, Lu Xin leaned toward the gap in the tent and peered outside. At the service hall in the distance, a pair of long legs appeared in his field of vision. The woman wore slim-fitting jeans and a pair of lace-up riding boots. She was the front of the convoy whom he had seen earlier. Now, she had come out of the service hall with a bamboo pole in hand and was strolling leisurely around the open ground...
It was easy to see that whenever she approached a tent, that tent would tremble faintly.
She would stop in front of each tent as if deep in thought, stay there for a while, shake her head,