With a rifle on her back, Flossie Wright crossed the stream, then disappeared into the forest.
Erina Taylor sat by the campfire.
Watching Flossie Wright's departing silhouette, the road she had passed twice before, her brows furrowed tighter and tighter, seeming to have a vague sense of Flossie Wright's behavior.
During the three days of cooperation, Flossie Wright had never acted privately, basically eating, living, and traveling together with her, and nothing unusual was discovered.
But now—
An inexplicable sense of discord.
Everything was fine, suddenly her mood wasn't right?
The terrain here is dangerous, with countless potential threats, and it's already dark, yet she's still wandering around?
Thinking about it this way, Erina Taylor grew more suspicious, not even realizing the snake was charred.
She didn't know how long had passed before Erina Taylor noticed some smoke rising in the distance and suddenly realized something.
Flossie Wright!
