Huo Ziheng was dead.
The atmosphere of the team had clearly become more silent and tense than before.
It wasn't until everyone, under the leadership of Jiang Ning and Qi Xingzhou, successfully emerged from the mountain range that the oppressive feelings in their hearts began to dissipate somewhat.
They came to a wide river, the water churning rapidly, the sound of the currents roaring, and under the bright moonlight, the river's surface was sparkling.
"Ah! Is that the safe house?" Yuan Wei suddenly raised his hand and pointed ahead.
A small house appeared before everyone, situated at the foot of a mountain a few kilometers away.
It was already dark, and in normal circumstances, that small house would have been invisible, but the person inside had turned on the incandescent light, making it bright and conspicuous in the vast darkness.