But it's exactly Zhang Feng who's so irritating.
Old Xing thought for a moment, then was the first to nod in agreement and said, "Big Brother Zhang is right. If it really is some sort of demon or ghost causing trouble, we'd truly be dead."
"That's right." Brother Peng saw the tunnel exit just ahead, "Talking more now is pointless, let's follow Brother Zhang's plan, and start roasting the meat first."
"Agreed." Brother Liu raised his hand, sparing his words.
"I trust Brother Zhang." The girl looked at Zhang Feng with hopeful eyes.
...
A few minutes later.
Where they had fallen, flames rose, yet an acrid smell of black smoke was present.
A lot of wood was mixed in the soil, all dampened, hard to ignite, but could still burn with difficulty.
"It depends on you, Big Brother Zhang." Old Xing smoked while roasting the meat, and took out a cigarette, offering one to Zhang Feng.
"Better not to smoke if you can avoid it." Zhang Feng stopped him:
