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"": ""Ahem." Luo Bin lowered his head, turned sideways, and covered his mouth.
The movements flowed seamlessly, all in one breath.
Even those facing him noticed nothing as he squeezed the Oil Pouch open inside his mouth, letting the Lamp Oil run down his throat.
Luo Bin coughed again, then slipped the plastic wrapper into his palm without anyone noticing.
He casually tucked his hand into his pocket, slowly sat on the ground, and shifted over to the tent window.
Night fell.
The overlapping shadows of the trees looked like tall figures standing upright.
The crackling sounded even more like people clapping. What should have been a quiet night turned into a chaotic din, bringing a different kind of oppression.
"Everyone from the Archaeological Team must be dead," Zhang Li suddenly said.
Luo Bin turned his head and found Zhang Li looking at him.
Zhang Li was answering his earlier question.
He had asked, but Gu Yiren had suffered a seizure before she could answer.
After a brief pause, Luo Bin said, "Yes. The vehicles are here, the tents are here, but the people aren't. They couldn't have left on foot, so they must have died in the cave-in without getting out. That's just as well. Passing through here put an end to your hopes."
Zhang Li looked bitter and let out a mournful sigh.
Then Luo Feng spoke. "Xiao Shan, get some sleep. You haven't slept much these past two nights, have you?"
That was right. It wasn't merely two nights of little sleep. He had stayed intensely focused for three days and two nights without shutting his eyes.
Until Luo Feng mentioned it, Luo Bin had felt wired. Now, he felt unbearably sleepy. Even that excitement seemed like an unhealthy symptom of pushing himself