The night sky was like ink, too dark to distinguish anything by hand. Luo Zheng lay quietly on a rooftop in the village like a cat, listening intently to the sounds around him and sensing the dangers nearby. His unease grew stronger, and his hunter's instinct told him he definitely couldn't move forward even half a step. However, his comrades were in deep trouble, and Luo Zheng couldn't just abandon them. He had no choice but to advance, trapped between a rock and a hard place as if tormented by an unforgiving, searing flame.
A few minutes later, Luo Zheng nimbly jumped to the opposite rooftop and, crouching low, moved forward a short distance. Suddenly, he spotted something moving in a dark corner of a courtyard not far away, which startled him. He dropped to the ground, alert, and scrutinized the area. All around him, it was silent, save for the gentle breeze. Nothing stirred in the courtyard.
