That night, Yang Xiao stayed in the mine.
All fifteen people spent the night in the same mine, which provided a sense of security to some extent.
After the recent scare, fear was prevalent in everyone's heart.
"Yang Xiao, we can't go on like this. Sooner or later, we'll die here,"
Zhao Benling said.
The others nodded in agreement.
"Those wild people are too strong. We are no match for them. They didn't kill us this time, but what about next time? What if they decide to kill us on their next visit? What do we do then?"
"Even if we don't get killed by the wild people, are we supposed to mine here for the rest of our lives?"
"During my rest these past few days, I wandered around the mine and saw many scattered bones. They don't look like animal bones, they're probably the bones of former miners."
...
A heavy silence filled the tunnel, and the atmosphere was oppressive.
Everyone turned their gaze towards Yang Xiao.
