MoQiu flashed to his house with the child in his arms. The little boy started breathing, but whether he will wake is to be seen. He had to stop his father from going up the hill, for he is sure that young man will kill his father the moment his eyes lays on him. Thus, MoQiu left the little boy in the bed, flashed back to the mountain, into a spot he remembered.
Damn it..
He should have left that mark on his father.
MoQiu just removed the mark on his father to free the slot just after his father injured his legs. He should have known a simple fracture will not keep his old man down.
He pushed down the growing panic, did a perimeter check methodically.
His father and army both taught this to him. MoQiu felt how ridiculous it is to teach how to look from one side to another, but he is starting to realize the wisdom of those words now, As he checked every rock outline thoroughly for his father's position.
He moved up twenty meters.
Perimeter check again..
Move up..
