The camp was full of blood. Although everyone tried their best to avoid it, it was inevitable that they stepped on the blood. As they walked, almost the entire rock platform was stained with blood. It looked dark red in the night, which was a shocking feeling.
The escaped Wolf was always a big problem, causing people to be unable to rest in peace.
After so many things had happened, the remaining survivors were already very guarded against each other.
The four trial-takers were clearly seated in two different directions, but the two 'alliances' seemed to have put some distance between them.
Mr. Zhou and his men formed their own groups, and the surviving workers and sailors sat on the side closer to song Qing.
Mr. Zhou's face turned pale again. He trembled in Zhou xueli's arms and gasped for breath. Several scientists sat around him, feeling helpless.
