The first light of dawn appeared, and the forest slowly awoke from its slumber, a thin mist drifting gently like a veil through the trees.
Xiaopang opened his eyes, feeling a sharp pain at the back of his head, as if it were about to split open.
It hurts so much. Where am I?
He wanted to speak, but found he could only make muffled sounds. At that moment, he suddenly realized he was tied up, hands bound behind his back, mouth stuffed with scraps of cloth, his body weak and limp.
Turning his head, he saw that Xiong Gang and Huang Xiaojia were in the same predicament, but one person was missing.
"Oh, someone's awake."
A teasing voice came to his ear, and Xiaopang looked in its direction.
Not far away, six men in black clothes sat on rocks, with a stream nearby and a cave in view.
All six were male, some thin, some burly, some handsome, some sinister-looking, but one thing was the same: all had an unnaturally pale complexion, with bloodless lips.
