It's night, the crescent moon is like a hook, hiding behind clouds, revealing only a small tip.
Flames rise amidst the shadows of the trees.
Beside the fire, two people are lying side by side.
Han Qiuzhe, and another... dead person.
Han Qiuzhe is naturally still alive, but he feels he might soon die.
Otherwise, why would the captor put him together with a corpse?
On this journey, he thought of many ways to save himself, tried breaking through the acupoints sealed by Chu Qing using Inner Strength, and attempted using persuasion to make Chu Qing back down.
But clearly, none of these methods worked.
Chu Qing was impenetrable, ignoring his words.
Until it gradually grew dark, this group finally stopped.
Then they began busying themselves with collecting firewood, lighting a fire, and cooking...
He lay here with a corpse, as if the next thing on the chopping block about to be cooked was them.
He didn't know how long the corpse had been dead, but he reckoned not too long.
