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

dusty bottle of

probably stored by the hunters before to keep

saw the whiskey and shouted at Christina in a

Christina ignored him.

his face darkened after being ignored

and

his wife immediately stopped him

Christina had a knife, and Bob hesitated and subsided

up to

was young but

photographer seemed to be very experienced in surviving

but his physical strength didn't match his

to the wooden bed, broke it into strips with his bare hands, and

roaring fire filled the stone

the fire to

turned her head and looked at the

realized that the photographer was not afraid

wearing the thinnest clothes, only two layers,

that he didn't like to crowd with

was a little cold

let out a low

legs were

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

holding a sharp knife and screamed in

expressionless and she deliberately scared

badly injured.I have to

death

don't

neatly tore Barbara's pants and checked her

She stopped bleeding.

whiskey and poured it on Barbara's

felt the

turned pale and she was

in great pain,

disinfect.I'm not lying.You can keep your

in so much pain that she glared at

Christina was taking

Christina rubbed Barbara's legs.

may be a scar on your right leg.Take care of

legs were numb from the

because of the alcohol, Barbara felt a more

paled and wanted to

of wood to fix her injured leg, cut the

to look at Barbara and said calmly,

gasped in pain

that

pain was better than losing her legs

Christina could never be a nurse because she would

triangular rack above the fire with the other three

half a bucket

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