The condition of the cave was very bad.
There was no bedding to ward off the cold, and the surface of the ground was hard and uneven. If he slept here, Sun Mo felt that his bones might break. What was most troublesome was that his safety was still a question.
Sun Mo didn't dare to enter deep sleep for fear of being eaten by a wild beast.
But during the later part of the night, Sun Mo couldn't endure anymore and gave in to it. When it was about time for dawn to arrive, he was woken by the freezing cold.
Gusts of cold wind blew into the cave.
The bonfire had since long been extinguished, and there was only a weak wisp of black smoke.
"Cough, cough. Should I be thanking these gusts of cold wind?"
Sun Mo felt that his throat was somewhat painful. This was caused by the smoke. If it wasn't for him waking up from the cold, he might have been poisoned to death by carbon monoxide.
