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.

really wild animals

Christina became vigilant.

shotgun indicated that it was

of whiskey at the top of the

the hunters before

the whiskey and shouted at Christina in a rough voice, "Give it

Christina ignored him.

face darkened after being ignored

up and wanted to

wife immediately

a knife, and Bob hesitated and

up to

young but knew people's evil

be very experienced in surviving in

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

strips with his bare hands, and quickly made

filled the

approached the

head and looked at the man opposite her by the light of

realized that the photographer

clothes, only two layers, but he

didn't like to crowd

he was a little cold

moment, Barbara let out a low cry of

were badly

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

Christina holding a sharp knife and screamed in shock, "What

and she deliberately

injured.I have to

to death

don't

pants and checked her

She stopped bleeding.

bottle of whiskey and poured it

the

pale and she was

great pain, Christina compressed her

disinfect.I'm not lying.You can

was in so much pain

if Christina was

Christina rubbed Barbara's legs.

fractured.There may be a scar on your right

legs were numb from

because of the alcohol, Barbara felt a more

and wanted to

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

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

gasped in pain and gritted her

knew that

pain was better than

Christina could never be a nurse because she would probably

above the

tied the triangular rack and an iron bucket with half

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