Leaving glaring cuts all over his body, Ji Hai tore his sleeves and tied pieces of it on his wounds, before making his way out of the jungle.
He had spent 45 minutes already and had only about a quarter of an hour left before the jungle starts crawling with danger at every turn, so he moved with haste.
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"Unh?"
"Where am I?"
Dara woke up to find himself in a strange room.
The walls here were made of black clay, and managed to keep the little heat within the room from dissipating away.
The roof was made from tree trunks, branch and leaves, whilst the floor was just like the normal ground outside, all together making it look like someone just dumped a thatched hut in a part of the black lands.
Dara found himself laying atop a makeshift bed made from simply stacking tree trunks and branches atop each other and finally lots of leaves.
