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.

indicated that it was not safe

of whiskey at the top

stored by the

Christina in a rough voice, "Give

Christina ignored him.

was always overbearing and his face darkened after

and wanted to

his wife immediately

Christina had a knife, and Bob

up

young but knew people's

photographer seemed to be very experienced in surviving

his physical strength didn't

it into strips with his bare hands, and quickly made a

filled the stone

subconsciously approached the fire to

head and looked at the man

the photographer was not

only two layers, but he sat

seemed that he didn't like to crowd with

a little cold

Barbara let out a low

were badly

ropes, walked towards Barbara, squatted, and took

Christina holding a sharp knife and screamed in shock,

expressionless and she deliberately scared

are badly injured.I

death by what

no, don't

tore Barbara's pants and checked her

She stopped bleeding.

open the bottle of whiskey and poured

the

face turned pale and she

that Barbara was in great pain, Christina

disinfect.I'm not lying.You can

in so much pain that she glared at

Christina was taking this opportunity to

Christina rubbed Barbara's legs.

a scar on your right

numb

because of the alcohol, Barbara felt a more

paled and wanted

to fix her injured leg, cut the hemp rope short, and wrap it around

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

gasped in pain and gritted

that Christina was

pain was better than losing her

Barbara really thought that Christina could never be a

a triangular rack above the fire with the other three long

an iron bucket with half a bucket of clean snow

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