They escaped with their supplies and luggage, not even caring about getting paid. The hardships of living in that area could not be expressed with words. It was not surprising that they had decided to leave.
After a few days, rhagades formed on Qin Guan's lips. His face felt rough, but he didn't give up. The Tibetan men realized that he was braver than they had expected.
He could swallow up raw rabbit flesh and roll down a sand slope. Thanks to him, the shooting had been shortened and the final scene came to an end.
The wind was blowing sand all over as Qin Guan knelt down on the ground and fixed his eyes on Ritai's corpse. There were no tears in his eyes, but everyone could feel his sorrow.
"Cut!"
Lu Chuan hoarsely asked all 60 members of the crew to pack up their luggage. Everyone was really happy to be returning home. Qin Guan had become good friends with the natives though. "Are there any poachers nowadays?" he asked them on their way back.
