"What is he yelling about?"
In the nameless forest, far from the bonfire.
The armored man stared at Chen Yu with a guarded expression, "Could he be signaling to foreign tribes?"
"It's obviously someone messing around in a relationship," remarked the young man in a duckbill cap, squinting, "you really thought he was a spy?"
"Didn't you say there was a spy among us?" the strong man asked, puzzled.
"I only said it was possible! And at most, a twenty percent chance."
The strong man looked back at Chen Yu, "Then he must account for at least eighteen percent."
"Fine." The young man in the duckbill cap glanced subtly at the other team members, aside from Chen Yu and Li Yao, "I hope you're right."
In the open clearing.
The girl stared unblinkingly at Chen Yu's crying, grief-stricken face and suddenly spoke, "I saw you smearing saliva on your own face."
Chen Yu's crying abruptly stopped.
After a long silence.
