"I know."
Jiang Yan nodded, patted the dust sticking to her hand, and stood up, "Let's go."
The branch was not light, and the two of them decided to return to the cave entrance before setting off.
Ye Qing raised his arm and hoisted the bundle of branches onto his back.
Whereas Jiang Yan took his submachine gun and led the way with a flashlight.
The two had only taken a few steps when a cold wind blew out from some unknown hole.
Following it was a strong, blood-curdling stench.
The stench was like that of heavily decomposed corpses or some kind of large snake.
"Yue!" Even with her mask on, Jiang Yan couldn't help but retch.
"Rustle rustle—" A dense, scattering sound arose from all directions.
Ye Qing's brow twitched slightly, a bad hunch surfacing in his heart, "Jiang Yan, let's move faster and get back to the cave entrance."
"Okay," Jiang Yan quickened her pace as she spoke.
The "rustle rustle" sounds gradually faded behind them.