Su Qiao turned to look at Han Feng, who wore the curious expression of a child, and explained unhurriedly, "At 30 degrees north latitude, there are many mysterious and bizarre unsolved mysteries around the world, such as the Egyptian pyramids, the Mayan civilization, and the Bermuda Triangle."
"Blackwater Gully, which is known as Magic Gully, also happens to be near 30 degrees north latitude. In fact, even compasses and watches stop working in its hinterland."
Mo Jin picked up the conversation. "Magic Gully is known as China's Bermuda Triangle. It's said that sometime in the nineteen-whatevers, a Kuomintang unit entered it, but not a single person survived.
"Later, countless adventure enthusiasts either disappeared or died mysteriously here. Tell me, does that sound dangerous or not?"
"No way! Is it really that awesome?" He Kai's mouth formed an O, wide enough to fit an egg.
Han Feng also began to look worried. "Is it really that dangerous? What do we do, then?"
His father was still waiting for him to earn money to return home and pay for his treatment. If anything happened to him, what would become of his parents?
Su Qiao patted him on the shoulder. "Stay close to me. I guarantee nothing will happen to you."
"Huh? Oh, okay."
Han Feng had been thinking about his family and home when he suddenly heard her words. He didn't quite react in time and nodded blankly.
He Kai hurriedly sat up and sidled over, shamelessly saying, "Sis, I'm going to stick with you too. Protect me as well, okay?"
Su Qiao looked him up and down.
"Do you even need my protection?"
This guy was like a mischievous monkey. Could he really be afraid?
"Of course."
He Kai nodded solemnly, then patted Han Feng on the shoulder.
"Look, Fengzi is