The found candles are few, naturally, they are limited in supply to Song Tianyou and the others, as well as Zhang Qingrui.
As for the bodyguards, they tried to squeeze into one room temporarily.
Due to the lack of electricity, Uncle Wu could only have the bodyguards gather some firewood to make a fire, boil some hot water for everyone to wash and drink... Overall, it was to cope with this night.
Song Haoran liked adventure and was used to dining in the rough, so he had no objections. As for Old Master Song, he wasn't someone who hadn't endured hardships before, so he was quite at ease.
Song Ying said nothing either. The conditions here were actually more comfortable compared to those childhood days spent at the summer camp in the village—of course, she wasn't trained by the standards of a warrior, she was just learning some self-defense abilities and survival skills.
