Now, he squatted in front of a smothered campfire, poking at it with a stick, and saw the ash inside, along with a few chicken bones. He looked around and finally concluded, "It seems that someone stayed here last night."
He stood up straight again, glanced around at the ground, and finally chose a direction to sprint off at full speed.
In the past days up in the mountains, enduring wind and dew, and never eating to his fill, he slept only for four hours each day, spending the rest of the time searching for Dong Huiying. His complexion had grown sallow and dark circles had formed under his eyes.
Another day passed, and Liang Yuening found a large pit with some blood traces inside it, and a rusty metal frame also smeared with blood.
He frowned slightly, "Someone got injured?"
After looking around, he grew anxious, "Was it Dong Dabao, or someone else? Two people have been here, and one of them got hurt."
