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

Christina became vigilant.

shotgun indicated that it

a large dusty bottle of whiskey at the top of

stored by the hunters before to

at Christina in a rough voice, "Give

Christina ignored him.

his face darkened after being ignored

and wanted to grab

wife immediately stopped

probably said that Christina had a knife, and Bob

snuggled up to

but

photographer seemed to be very experienced in surviving in the

thin, but his physical strength didn't match his outward

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

bright roaring fire filled the

approached the fire

at the

realized that the photographer was not afraid of

layers, but he sat

he didn't like to

a little

let out

legs were badly

bundle of hemp ropes, walked towards Barbara, squatted, and took out

a sharp knife and screamed in shock,

was expressionless and she deliberately scared

are badly injured.I have to

to death by what

don't do

neatly tore Barbara's pants and checked

She stopped bleeding.

the bottle of whiskey

the

face turned pale and she

great pain, Christina compressed her

not lying.You can keep

was in so much pain

Christina was taking

Christina rubbed Barbara's legs.

may be a scar on your

numb from the

Barbara felt

paled and wanted

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

with Barbara's injury, she turned to look at Barbara and said calmly, "It's better

pain and

that Christina

pain was better than losing her legs

could never be a nurse because she would probably scare the patients

up a triangular rack above the fire with the other three long

bucket with half a bucket of clean snow

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