Eh!
It was cold. It was really cold and the wind was really strong.
Am I not dead yet?
Maybe that kid thought I was dead so he stopped worrying about me.
Not bad, not bad, it is good as long as I am alive.
The old man opened his eyes; the scenes within were a little off, like...
Pata!
"Ah!" The old man was stimulated by something and he cried out in panic.
God.
When he opened his eyes, there was one face really close to him. He was nearly scared to death.
Wait.
The old man panicked. Wasn't this that kid from just now? How is it him? Oh god, please save me.
"You are awake." Lin Fan returned to his original spot and sat on a stone. In front of him was a pile of burning sticks. A blade was placed on a makeshift rack and on it were many pieces of fatty meat. They sizzled and the scent of meat wafted over.
