Over twenty people searched meticulously, and Ling Tianyu, with no other choice, held onto two people with each hand. The area at the top of the boulder was sizable, yet they couldn't move for fear of making noise, just like he had made a sound stepping on a dry branch before entering.
"Plop!"
Suddenly, a droplet sound resonated, not at all quiet.
The noise of the droplet instantly gripped Ling Tianyu's heart – how could blood drop at such a critical moment?
It was from the man he was holding with his left hand; the residual blood on his face had dropped onto the boulder.
"Plop!"
Another sound, and both Ling Tianyu and the woman turned their heads in surprise – how could blood be dripping now? They had both heard the noise, and needless to say, so had the others; they naturally could hear it too.
The man's face looked terrible. He was embarrassed; it wasn't his fault he didn't know blood would drip down, even with his hands covering the wounds.
