After Qiming left, he walked to the car and reached out to open the door.
Suddenly, he felt that someone was following him. He turned around and walked to a tree. He leaned elegantly and played with a lighter. He picked up some firewood and lit it.
"Come out," Qiming sat on the ground and warmed his hands by the fire.
The temperature in the mountains was very cold at night, especially in this position. The cold wind blew, and there was nothing to block it. The wind blew on the face, and the bone-chilling cold made one's hands and feet tremble.
"If you know what's good for you, then come with us." At this moment, four people appeared in a flash.
They were thin, like skeletons that moved at night.
They strode forward and surrounded Qiming. If he dared to act recklessly, they would shoot him to death.
When Qiming saw them, he chuckled.""Just you? You dare to follow me?"
