Tang Moling was still unaware of the dangerous thoughts running through Mu Jingzhe's mind. Half of his body was numb, and he was freezing.
"If you don't come soon, I'm going to die of exposure and suffocation."
The millstone was made of stone. Tang Moling, who had been on the millstone, had slept on it the entire night. Although it wasn't winter yet, the mountains in late autumn were still very scary. After all, the temperature would drop during the night.
It was already cold outside, not to mention that he had been left freezing on a cold stone surface the entire night. Furthermore, the water vapor was heavy.
Not only was he cold, but he had also been holding it in. After all, he had entered last night and hadn't had the chance to go to the bathroom ever since. He had been left stranded for a night. It was really due to his tenacious willpower that he hadn't flooded the place and destroyed the millstone of Great Eastern Village.
