The sky was getting darker and darker, and the members of the Black Ghost Mercenary Group had been walking south for more than half an hour, and the trees in the distance were completely unclear, turning into black shadows, like monsters with teeth and claws. At night, the temperature in the forest plummeted, and everyone was so cold that their heads tightened.

The group came to a small clearing, where they seemed to have been hit by an unknown giant, and several large trees lay on the ground. It looks like it's been a while, the trunks have dried up and the leaves have long since disappeared. There was no problem with two tents in this small open space, and with enough dry branches, it was decided to camp here for the night.

As the fireball came into close contact with the stacked dry wood, the campfire burned. Simpson put his bags on the ground, pulled out two canvas tents, and got to work. First clear two flat areas around the campfire, spread the bottom of the tent on top, fix the wooden skeleton and the bottom, put on a canvas flysheet, and finally tie the windbreak rope. In a short time, two tents, one large and one small, were already sitting on both sides of the campfire at 90 degrees.

"The Simpson is amazing! I set up my tent so quickly, and I don't have to worry about where to sleep tonight. Ace clapped her hands excitedly, and then climbed into the tent first.

"Eth's wounds haven't healed yet, and the four of us will take turns keeping vigil tonight. I'll come first, and then you guys will discuss. Elena assigned her task, and sat down on the trunk of a dead tree to eat.

The five of them sat around the warm campfire, eating bread and dried fruit, smelling the smell of barbecue, and the inner anxiety and anxiety also subsided. It wasn't long before the camp fell silent, Elena sat on the trunk of a dead tree and kept vigil, while the others coveted the warmth and comfort of their tents, except for the crackling sound of the campfire.

The snoring of Felder and Simpson kept Vane awake for a moment, and he gently got up and left the tent.

"Vane, why don't you sleep?" asked Elena, who was adding wood to the campfire, when she saw Vane.

"Can't sleep. It's so cold in here. Vane said with his arms folded.

"Let's sit here and have a barbecue. Elena moved to the side, making way for Vane.

"There are more stars here than in Gustown. Vane said as he propped his hands on the trunks of the dead trees and looked up at the night sky.

Elena didn't speak, but looked at him quietly. Under the reflection of the bonfire, the handsome face of this black-haired teenager seemed to be a little less shy and more mature.

"Do you think we can do this?" Vane looked at her, his eyes clear and bright, two campfires reflected between his eyes.

Didn't wait for an answer. Vane felt a heat on the back of his hand, and a soft hand was already on his hand. Turning her head, Elena was looking at him and smiling. This smile should be forever.

Vane woke up with a faint light, and the morning mist was pierced by a faint blue light, as if he was in a wonderful world. Everyone packed their bags and continued to set off, following the guidance of the compass, and soon came to a river.

The river is more than 10 meters wide, and the river roars forward, and it may be quite difficult to cross the river on foot. In the end, it was decided to tie a piece of hemp rope around everyone's waist so that the lighter ones would not be swept away by the current, with Simpson at the front, Felder second, and Vaane, Elena, and Ace second.

The water was already up to Simpson's waist, and the splash wet his shirt, and he walked slowly and cautiously with a slight hunched body. Felder walked hard after him, and the river was already up to his belly. And Vane, Elena and others in the back have been flooded to their chests, and Ace's face is full of water, and she can't open her eyes because of the splash.

The stones at the bottom of the river were smooth as butter, and as they fought against the rushing water, the muscles of Vane's legs crumbled and moved forward step by step. Suddenly, he felt a tightness on his waist, and he fell backwards unsteadily, and at the moment he fell into the river, he saw Simpson, who was already close to the shore, also fall into the river. Then the heavens and the earth spun, and a large mouthful of water was poured into his mouth, and in addition to the sound of rushing water, he faintly heard the shouts of Felder and others. The vision was also blurred by the river, the hemp rope tied around the waist was long gone, and his hands were grasping indiscriminately but he couldn't catch anything. A sense of powerlessness welled up in Vane's heart.

After some time, Vane opened his eyes, and the sunlight was a little harsh. He was lying on a tidal flat by the river, soaking wet, while Felder lay not far from him. His staff and satchel, as well as large and small bags, were scattered around.

Vane woke Felder up, and they walked up the river, soon finding Elena and Ise again. Except for some scratches, no one was injured.

Strangely, Simpson is gone. His bags were all left here, and the people should have been nearby, so everyone split up and started to look for them nearby. However, time passed slowly, it was getting dark, and still no clues were found for Simpson.

"I hurt Simpson...... I had cramps in my right leg and I couldn't stand still and collapsed, dragging Simpson into the river. Felder's eyes were red, and he slammed his right hand into a fist on the ground.

"Don't think about it so much, the first priority is to set up the camp and start a bonfire. Maybe Simpson is just lost and he'll come to us when he sees a campfire. Vane stood next to him and leaned over and patted him on the shoulder.

"Vane is right, let's set up our tent in a slightly higher place around here. Elena said as she struggled to suppress her restlessness.

The group packed their bags and began to look for a place to camp nearby. Soon, a flat area was found not far from the river beach. The tent was erected, the bonfire was lit, and the four of them sat on the ground around the bonfire, their clothes not completely dry, and everyone frowned and said nothing.

"You say Simpsons won't be ......," said Ace, burying her face in her arms and weeping.

"No, he's strong as a bear, he'll be fine. Elena comforted Ace, and her own delicate face was covered with sorrow.

Everyone comforted each other, but the atmosphere of anxiety continued unabated, and everyone could not help but think of the worst in their hearts.

"Do you think that's Simpson?" said Ace, pointing to a grove of trees not far away, in the direction of the riverbank. Vane looked up and saw a figure swaying in the dark woods, as if walking towards them, but with a slow and stiff pace.

Felder unconsciously put his hand on the hilt of his sword.