"": 200, "": "", "": "The other men kept rubbing their shoulders, chilled to the bone.
You Jiang and the others had returned. They were just as silent, occasionally gripping their own arms tightly.
Zheng Tong screamed for a long time. The Poison Cat screamed even longer.
The woodpile had been knocked over, and all the burning firewood lay on top of Zheng Tong.
Before anyone knew it, the setting sun had become an enormous crimson fireball on the horizon. The tiered clouds blazed red, rising and falling in layer upon layer.
Luo Bin's heart rose and fell just as violently. Sweat had completely soaked the back of his clothes.
At last, the cat's cries died away completely.
The fire still blazed, crackling loudly.
Without exception, everyone's face was grim. No one could feel happy.
The Poison Cat was dead, but they had lost another member of the team.
Of course, it wasn't the loss of a teammate or Zheng Tong's death that had most of them looking so grim. The vast majority were worrying about what might come next.
Who knew whether something else might happen in the very next instant?
Would they be the next to die?
Just then, You Jiang walked over to the bonfire. To everyone's surprise, he pulled a large log from its edge. Half of it had burned into glowing red charcoal, while a smaller section remained unburned.
"Old Chen, go get some firewood. Spirit Medium, Leader Luo Feng, it's almost dark. Let's hurry back to the Underground Room. Everyone can stay safe tonight and get some proper rest. I'll make us something good to help with the fatigue." As You Jiang spoke, he held up the burning log, keeping the glowing end away from his chest, and headed in the direction