The sun quickly set, and the moon rose from the horizon. The three switched on their bright flashlights and continued searching through the desolate mountain wilderness.
When a full moon was suspended high in the sky, the trio came to a small stream to rest.
Xia Feng took out some dry food and canned goods from his backpack and shared them with Zhao Yang and Xia Bing. Time was pressing, and they could not afford to set up camp and cook like on a wilderness outing—every moment was too precious for them.
They hastily ate their fill of cold food with cold water and then resumed their search.
Many city folks believe that when they come to the mountains, they can just drink from the mountain streams and be fine, but this is actually very dangerous.
Zhao Yang and Xia Feng might be alright, but Xia Bing absolutely could not drink the stream water.
