Chapter 82

The sky was gloomy with hints of faint light.

When Eileen stepped out of her tent, she saw Egbert coming out of the tent next to hers. Burton was standing by the fire, pointing in a direction, saying, “The noise came from over there.”

Eileen squinted towards that direction. Then she walked over to Burton and asked, “How many times did it sound?”

As Burton turned to look at her, ready to answer, he suddenly choked on his words. He stared at Eileen’s face in shock, looking like he’d been struck by lightning.

The folks in the comments section looked like they’d been struck by lightning as well.

Eileen looked at Burton, puzzled, “What’s with that face? You have seen a ghost?”

Burton took several steps back, pointing at her face, asking in terror, “Are…are you crying?”

By this point, Egbert had joined them. He looked at Eileen’s bloodshot eyes and froze.

Eileen casually wiped her face and said, “I slept in a weird position and squished my eye. I’m not crying. Are you brainless?”

Burton, being criticized, quickly apologized, “I’m sorry, I must have seen it wrong.”

Egbert stayed silent, frowning. He looked at her stubborn little face, knowing full well she had been crying.

But why?

-[Can squishing your eye make it look like that?]

-[She’s definitely been crying, her nose is all red.]

-[She does look like she’s been crying, but here’s a small question, why was she crying? Did my injuring two people today upset her?]

-[Hmm…]

the only explanation is that she squished her eye.]

noise

Burton all looked in that direction. Egbert said in a

up a sniper rifle from the ground, “I’ll go check it out.” And

was about to follow her with his light machine gun when he was suddenly stopped. Looking back, he saw Egbert with a serious face, grabbing the gun

out, but all he could

with mist, making it hard for her to see the path ahead, but she could hear the birds and animals startled by the gunshots.

sound of something

hid in some bushes, looking at the group of men

-[!!!]

-[Oh my god!]

I dreaming?

are many primitive tribes in the Amazon jungle, but they all live deep in the forest and rarely appear on

“bang, bang, bang” noise was the sound of chopping trees.

crude long spear into the sky. It wasn’t aimed at anything, more like a warning to

Eileen heard footsteps behind her. She quickly turned around, her

cold palm covered her warm mouth. “Shh.” The man’s

away, mouthing, “Why are you here?”

her, looking ahead. Eileen pursed

a shot every now and then. Their guns weren’t normal guns, each shot required reloading.

fall,

from the

a green card. One of the cavemen picked up the

was.

card’s cover read-Second Chance Card. The next second, Eileen

a Second Chance

in a

the production team? This is too much of a

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