By now, Red Bro, who was carrying the livestream equipment, had no time to film. He just kept running.
In the shaky footage, he sometimes caught a glimpse of the reckless daredevils running alongside him—Tyles and the others. Kangkang had nearly left everyone in the dust. He'd run so far ahead that he was out of sight; only the weeds swaying up front were visible.
Suddenly, Kangkang's terrified scream rang out ahead.
Red Bro stopped for a moment, and the others slowed down too.
Off-camera, rustling sounds continued without pause. The rock music also came and went.
"Come on. Let's go see," the reckless daredevil said through gritted teeth.
He was the first to keep running.
After that scream, Kangkang fell silent.
The reckless daredevil was cautious too, taking one step and looking three times.
Before long, he swept a hand through the weeds. They bent aside, revealing the clearing.
The reckless daredevil stopped.
Xiao Ye said miserably, "What's going on? Are we back here? We're back here?"
Kangkang was sitting on the ground. He turned around, his makeup smeared, making him look even more like a ghost.
"Daredevil! What the hell is going on? What was that just now?!" Kangkang scrambled to his feet and shouted without a shred of composure.
The reckless daredevil didn't answer. He walked out of the weeds first.
They all stepped into the clearing.
The camera pointed at the ground, showing the feet of several people standing in a circle.
"That was your friend, right? One of your buddies? What are you people up to?" Red Bro's voice had grown much calmer, but anger still simmered beneath it.
The reckless daredevil said, looking somewhat lost, "Yeah, we're on the same team. The three of us—P and Old K both helped me out, but they