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.

that it was not

found a large dusty bottle of

was probably stored by the hunters

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

Christina ignored him.

his face darkened after being ignored

got up and wanted to grab

immediately stopped him

probably said that Christina had a knife,

snuggled up

was young but knew

very experienced in surviving in

looked thin, but his physical

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

roaring fire filled the stone house with

approached the

and looked at the man

photographer was not

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

that he didn't like

felt he was a little cold and

Barbara let out a low cry

were badly

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

knife and screamed in shock,

was expressionless and she deliberately scared

feet are badly injured.I have to cut them

scared to death by what

no, don't do

pants

She stopped bleeding.

the bottle of whiskey and poured it on

the

face turned pale and

that Barbara was in great pain,

lying.You can keep your

much pain that she glared

was taking this opportunity

Christina rubbed Barbara's legs.

scar on your right leg.Take care

were numb from the

of the alcohol, Barbara felt a more sharp

paled and wanted

she saw Christina pick up two planks of wood to fix her injured leg, cut the

at Barbara and said

gasped in pain

knew that

better than losing

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

triangular rack above the

half a bucket

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