Chapter two is not finished; I'm just staking a claim.
Edited in the wee hours.
The waterfall in the mountain stream surged violently.
The bear's roar thundered and tumbled through the forest, exploding in everyone's ears.
Goulbin's legs went soft, and the weight on Bi Fang's shoulders grew heavier by a fraction, his face turning beet red from the strain. Seeing Goulbin let go, he flared up with anger.
Damn it.
He had nothing to say about running away at the first sign of trouble; it was human nature, and besides, it was Bi Fang who had told Goulbin to run. But now to be so frightened by the bear's roar that his legs gave out, showing not an ounce of courage—where did he get the confidence to sign up for this?
How had this mentality and psychological quality not gotten him eliminated in the past few days?
Luckily, Goulbin wasn't a complete idiot. Stupid he might be, but not terminally so. He scrambled to his feet in a panic and continued to carry the tree.
