After starting the fire and just as she stood up, Flossie Wright looked down in puzzlement and gazed in her direction.
"She was bitten by an insect, and the wound is swelling, I guess the bug is poisonous."
As she spoke, Jessie Grain pushed up Nancy Phillips's sleeve to reveal the swollen purplish spot at her elbow, where two red dots were clearly visible.
"..."
Flossie Wright pressed her forehead.
It really was the height of bad luck.
With no other choice, Flossie Wright had to quicken her actions.
Without any hesitation, she dragged the deadwood on the riverbank, chopped off the branches with a military knife, and then cut down the not-so-thick trunk, piling it all up on the fire.
Before long—
Almost ten meters away, Jessie Grain suddenly felt waves of heat hitting her from behind and could faintly hear the sound of fire burning.
She turned around, puzzled.
Instantly, her eyes opened slightly and then she closed them fiercely.
