It's... Lin Wan'er!
Jiang Cheng hurried over and crouched down, feeling Lin Wan'er's pulse. When he felt a faint beat, he finally let out a breath of relief.
He looked around. The vast cavern was packed with corpses sitting in a circle. As the light swept over them, one eerie smiling face after another appeared and vanished in the darkness. The scene was indescribably disturbing.
Judging by their clothes, the corpses could roughly be divided into two groups. The first wore gray work uniforms and belonged to the geological survey team that had first entered the mountains. The second wore camouflage and belonged to the team led by Lin Wan'er.
The two teams had numbered more than a hundred people combined, yet almost all of them had died here.
No. 2 came over carrying the unconscious No. 3, his voice trembling with excitement. "How is she, sir?"
Jiang Cheng withdrew his hand and looked up. "Her life isn't in danger, but she probably won't wake up anytime soon. Her pulse is very weak. She needs treatment as soon as possible."
No. 2 nodded and took a deep breath. "Looks like it's the same with No. 3."
The two of them searched the cavern again as quickly as they could. They found no other survivors nearby, but they were still most worried about No. 1 and the whereabouts of the frozen disciples.
There was no sign that any bodies had been moved or that anyone had left on their own. It was as if No. 1 and the frozen disciples had never been there at all.
At the thought of the frozen disciples, worry clouded No. 2's face. If the Night Watch had taken No. 1 and the disciples, then disguised those who were only a hair's breadth from being completely