Su Yu didn't pace back and forth like Zhao Shichang, but simply sat to one side. With his current level of sight and hearing, no stir or rustle could elude his perception.
Zhou Huakang stood on the other side. He paced around a bit, occasionally sitting down, and frequently glanced at Wang Xiang, who was lying on the ground. Clearly, he was irritable and nervous. Several times, he was tempted to step on Wang Xiang and kill him, but he resisted the urge.
Actually, seeing that Zhou Huakang was the night watch for the second half of the night, how could Wang Xiang sleep? His whole body was taut, his heart filled with resentment and anxiety.
As for Huo Shan, he held tightly onto his canvas bag, like it was his own life, and didn't loosen his grip for a moment.
The night was quiet, with no disturbances until dawn approached. At last, Su Yu heard some noise.
In fact, not just Su Yu. Zhou Huakang and Huo Shan had also heard it, the roar of a monster.
