Chapter 61

cLooking at the footprints left on the ground, I swallowed nervously. Sister Hong and Chen Jiansheng’s expressions were not good-looking either.

We are being spied on.

What's even more frightening is that I don't know if this thing is a human or a ghost.

In other words, there may not be just the three of us here now. There's something else.

Fear comes from the unknown. The more we think about it, the more afraid we become, and Chen Jiansheng no longer dares to say anything.

"Chen...Chen Tugong, is it possible that he is someone in your gang? Are there any dwarf-type disabled people in your gang?" I tried to ask her.

"No," Chen Jiansheng frowned and said, "Except for me and Chen Zhiguo, all the other brothers had accidents before. Besides, there are no such disabled people in our team."

This happened suddenly, and we didn't dare to rush on our way. The three of us discussed it and agreed to rest at the same place for a night to regain our strength.

When we went to bed at night, several of us took turns to keep vigil, but none of us dared to sleep. When it was my turn, my vigil time was from one to three in the morning.

The fire was made by Chen Jiansheng, using fire sticks. There are many things that can be burned here. We collected some rotten and dried branches and wood.

Our temporary resting place was right next to the small mound, because there were relatively few plants in this area.

Watching the fire, around two o'clock in the middle of the night, my eyelids were fighting and I was very sleepy. But now it was my turn to watch the night. I kept telling myself that I couldn't sleep. I couldn't stand it anymore, so I pinched my thigh hard a few times. Meat.

Sister Hong and Chen Jiansheng are asleep now.

After adding two sticks of dry firewood, I still managed to hold on, bit by bit.

"Pa," suddenly, the back of my head hurt. I don't know who hit me with a small clod of earth.

Looking at the small clods of soil rolling down under my feet, my sleepiness disappeared without a trace in an instant.

A layer of cold sweat broke out on my back, because I was scared.

In the firelight, I turned my head back little by little.

I saw a dwarf standing on the ground thirty meters away from me in front of me.

He was wearing a huge fold-brimmed hat and a layer of tattered black clothes. The black clothes were covered with dirt and were tattered and old, as if they had been ripped off from a dead person. . . . . .

"I'm dreaming, I'm dreaming, I must be dreaming," I pinched the tiger's mouth hard and felt a burst of pain.

"Pa," the dwarf threw a clod of soil at me again. This time, because of his poor accuracy, he didn't hit me.