Christina had already stood in front of Geoffrey, looking straight at the photographer with caution.

Bob's arm was injured, and he looked very haggard.

He didn't want to fight with Christina but to occupy the stone house selfishly.

"This stone house was built by the hunters a long time ago.It has been standing empty for a long time.It's quite large and dark.Maybe there are black bears eluding the cold winter.It will be dangerous to rush in."

The photographer seemed familiar with this area.

The photographer paused and turned to look at Christina.

"Miss Dickens has a lighter.Fire can protect us when we explore the way.And only by making a fire to keep warm can we survive the night.Otherwise, we will all die here."

Bob seemed to panic when he heard the word "die."

The memory of the avalanches just now still haunted him.He just crawled out of the snow and out of danger.He didn't want to die.

"How do you know I have a lighter?"

Christina became more cautious.

The photographer seemed to have paid much attention to her since they met and knew her very well.

A smile hovered on the photographer's lips and he said softly and casually, "I also know you have a 15 cm steel knife."

Christina's face tensed up.

Then, they found a few branches and spent nearly half an hour lighting them up with Christina's lighter.

The roaring fire made them feel more at ease.

Christina bent over slightly and carried Barbara who was disabled on her back.

Geoffrey followed them closely.

The thin photographer held a torch and Bob did not dare to have any more objections.

They walked cautiously into the stone house together.

The stone house might have been standing empty for a long time.

The wooden door was already dilapidated.

The room was dark and airless, giving them a gloomy feeling.

The stone house was a rectangle.

It was only three meters wide, but it was very deep.

Christina and the others were not interested in exploring inside the stone house.

They walked about ten meters but still didn't reach the end, so they returned to the entrance of the cave and snuggled closer.

Christina found a wooden bed, a broken wooden cabinet, a few iron buckets, a big iron bowl, and a large bundle of thick hemp ropes.

She walked over to the cabinet and rummaged through it.

She found a shotgun, but there were no bullets.

are really wild animals

Christina became vigilant.

that it was not safe

bottle of whiskey at the

probably stored by the hunters before

Christina in a rough voice, "Give it to

Christina ignored him.

his face

up and wanted

his wife immediately stopped him

said that Christina had a knife,

snuggled up

young but knew people's evil

photographer seemed to be very experienced in surviving in the

but his physical strength didn't

strips

fire filled the stone house

the

turned her head and looked at the man opposite her by the

suddenly realized that the photographer

thinnest clothes, only two layers, but he

that he didn't like to crowd with

was a

out a low

legs were

a few more wooden planks and the large bundle of hemp ropes, walked towards Barbara, squatted, and

Christina holding a sharp knife and screamed

was expressionless and she deliberately scared

feet are badly injured.I have to cut them

was scared to death

no, don't do

neatly tore Barbara's pants and checked

She stopped bleeding.

whiskey and poured it on

the sharp

face turned pale and she was

was in great pain, Christina compressed

lying.You can

in so much pain that she glared at

was wondering if Christina was taking this opportunity to take

Christina rubbed Barbara's legs.

on your right leg.Take

were numb

Barbara felt a more sharp

wanted to say

pick up two planks of wood to fix her injured leg, cut the hemp

at Barbara and said calmly, "It's better to feel pain than

pain

that

pain was better than losing her legs in

a nurse because she would probably scare the patients

up a triangular rack above the fire with the other three

an iron bucket with half a

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