"What happened?"
Lu Xin followed the local customs and entered Lao Zhou and Xiao Zhou's tent.
With the help of the dim light outside, he saw that the uncle and nephew's faces were full of vigilance and fear.
Little Zhou's body could even be seen to be trembling slightly.
This unusual reaction put Lu Xin on high alert. He pulled the bag in front of him, ready to pull out his gun at any moment.
"Shh ..."
Mr. Zhou gestured to Lu Xin, then lowered his voice. "You'll know soon enough."
Hearing this, Lu Xin had no choice but to wait patiently.
He heard that there was no sound outside the tent at this time. All the sounds of chatting, talking, and singing had suddenly disappeared. Even those who were snoring seemed to have their noses pinched ...
The entire world was eerily quiet.
"Da da da ..."
After a long while, she heard footsteps coming from outside.
