Crackle...
"Who goes there!"
Just as Jiang Ping, Li Xuanhong, Cheng Guang, and Song Kang were relaxing and chatting, a faint sound of fire igniting was heard. Meng Ying was the first to notice, quickly turning his head to look northward down the tunnel.
The other four immediately ceased talking and turned their heads northward.
In the snowy night, over two hundred meters away to the north, a flame suddenly burst into life.
"Is there someone?"
"There must be someone. Let's hurry and check it out."
"Wait, don't all go. Jiang Ping, you go."
Meng Ying furrowed his brow slightly, stopping the others, then indicated Jiang Ping should go alone. The remaining three nodded and stayed in place.
Jiang Ping, holding a large knife, cautiously approached the flame alone.
Soon, he was less than a hundred meters away from the flame.
Whoosh...
At that moment, a black figure emerged from the snow behind the flame, raised a huge bow, and shot an arrow at Jiang Ping.
Clang...
