Dark clouds loomed over an endless horizon. There were only patches of a sort of ugly knee-height bushes a few kilometers around them, which rustled noisily in the wind. Most of the man-made infrastructures had already been destroyed by nature with a vengeance. The occasional rusty skeleton of what had once been a traffic light would evoke a vague feeling along the lines of "Oh, so there was a road here decades ago".
Lin Sanjiu and her companions surveyed their bare surroundings many times but were simply unable to find a place where the person that ambushed them could have hidden.
[Could he be lying flat in the bushes?] Lin Sanjiu thought to herself though it was a little hard to imagine that possibility.
Lin Sanjiu whispered to Xueqin, "Don't you have that—"
Though Lin Sanjiu spoke vaguely, Xueqin immediately understood what she meant.
