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.

that it was

of whiskey at the top of

probably stored by the hunters

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

Christina ignored him.

overbearing and his face darkened after being ignored by

up and wanted

wife immediately

had a knife,

snuggled up

was young but knew people's

be very experienced in surviving in

physical

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

bright roaring fire filled

approached the fire to keep

head and looked at the man opposite her

the photographer was not afraid

two layers, but he sat far away from

seemed that he didn't like to crowd with

a little

let out a

legs were badly

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

holding a sharp knife and screamed in shock,

and she deliberately

feet are badly injured.I

death by what Christina

no, don't do

neatly tore Barbara's pants

She stopped bleeding.

bit open the bottle of whiskey and poured it on

felt the sharp

face turned pale and she

Barbara was in great pain, Christina compressed her

lying.You

pain that she

was wondering if Christina was

Christina rubbed Barbara's legs.

scar on

were numb

alcohol, Barbara felt a more

paled and wanted to

her injured leg, cut

Barbara and said calmly, "It's better to feel pain than be

gasped in pain

knew that

than losing her legs

Barbara really thought that Christina could never be a nurse because she would probably scare the patients

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

with half a bucket of clean snow

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