Before tonight, Zhao Guo'an, like most people, believed that fear stemmed from the unknown, but after tonight, he had to add that known dangers are equally terrifying.
The flying stones were like bullets coming straight at him, and he was the target, never knowing when he might be hit.
Xiao Feng felt this was no way to continue, so he simply reached out and grabbed a branch. Just as the stone flew by, he broke it off and threw it down, speeding up the process.
It's not that he felt sorry for his classmate Zhao Guo'an, but the longer the dozens of people stayed under the tree, the greater the chance of exposure.
Finally, after everyone tied the cloth strips around their wrists, the village chief waved his hand: "Go!"
The group charged like in a military assault toward the hut, eager to figure out the situation sooner to end their suffering, and no one dared to approach slowly.
