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

Christina became vigilant.

shotgun indicated that it was

of whiskey at the

probably stored by the hunters before

at Christina in

Christina ignored him.

face darkened after being ignored by

and

immediately stopped

said that Christina had a knife, and Bob

up

but

to be very experienced in surviving in the

his physical strength didn't match

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

fire filled the stone

subconsciously approached the fire

her head and looked at the man

realized that the photographer was not afraid of

clothes, only two layers, but he sat far away from

didn't like to crowd with

felt he was a little cold

out a low

legs were badly

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

holding a sharp knife and screamed in shock, "What are you

was expressionless and she

injured.I

to death by what

don't

pants and

She stopped bleeding.

of whiskey and poured it on Barbara's injured

the

pale and she

that Barbara was in great

not lying.You can keep

in so much pain that she glared at

if Christina was taking

Christina rubbed Barbara's legs.

fractured.There may be a scar on your

numb from

the alcohol, Barbara felt a more

paled and wanted to say

Christina pick up two planks of wood to fix her injured

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

pain and gritted her

that Christina

better than losing

thought that Christina could never be a nurse

triangular rack above the fire with the other three long wooden

triangular rack and an iron bucket with half a bucket of

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