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.

shotgun indicated that it

large dusty bottle of whiskey at the top of

stored by the hunters before to

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

Christina ignored him.

was always overbearing and his face

up and wanted

his wife immediately stopped him and

said that Christina had a knife, and Bob

up

young but

photographer seemed to be very experienced

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

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

bright roaring fire filled the stone house with

subconsciously approached the

looked at the man opposite her

suddenly realized that the photographer was not

thinnest clothes, only two layers,

didn't like to crowd with

felt he was a little

moment, Barbara let out a low cry of

were badly

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

holding a sharp knife and

expressionless and she deliberately scared

are badly injured.I

scared to death by what Christina

don't do

tore Barbara's pants

She stopped bleeding.

open the bottle of whiskey and poured it on Barbara's injured

the sharp

face turned pale and she was

Barbara was in great

not lying.You can

pain that she glared at

was wondering if Christina was

Christina rubbed Barbara's legs.

may be a scar on your right leg.Take

legs were numb from the

Barbara felt a

and wanted to say

pick up two planks of wood to fix her injured leg, cut the hemp rope short, and wrap

look at Barbara and

in pain and gritted her

knew that Christina

than losing

that Christina could never be a nurse because she would probably

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

the triangular rack and an iron bucket with half a bucket of clean snow she collected

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