On a pitch-black stormy night, you couldn't see your hand in front of your face. The faint lights in the campsite seemed so helpless under the rain, as if they could be extinguished at any moment. The dim yellow light was obscured by the rain and didn't illuminate much. The dark tents were packed closely together, some of them lit, where people were gambling. On this stormy night, no one ventured out, nor did anyone notice Luo Zheng and his companions lurking near the cave.
After confirming the action plan, Luo Zheng quickly made several hand gestures to Ghost Hand and then crawled toward the cave. Ghost Hand understood and followed closely. The two approached the cave entrance like stealthy pythons, their eyes cold and sharp as knife blades, unusually bright in the stormy night.
