The moon was bright, and there were few stars hanging in the sky. The summer night was a little chilly.
The sky appeared to be painted pitch black, and the blazing red-orange bonfire provided illumination for the pitch-black night.
The six of them decided to divide the night into three sections according to the order of drawing lots and take turns to stand guard.
It wasn't time to stand guard yet.
Lu Yang, Lu Mingyu, and Wen Jian sat around the bonfire and chatted.
Lin Xinmeng followed Zhou Moli around the campsite with a torch in hand. They searched for information on Mission 3.
Qin Yitan, on the other hand, was still curled up in the tent, holding his backpack tightly.
Resting her chin on her knee, Wen Jian shuddered as she looked into the dark, bottomless distance.
"It's too quiet at night here. I suddenly feel a little creeped out."
