Chapter 57

"Are we camping here?" I pointed to a clearing in front of me.

"Is it here? I'll take a look at ......" Miss Kit examined symbolically, mainly because I couldn't read it. She checked the branches in turn, the direction of the wind...... Something.

"It's a good fit!" Miss Kit stepped on the branch, making a squeaky sound.

I'm in charge of setting up the tent, and Miss Kit is in charge of lighting the fire. I looked at the sky and estimated it was about five or six o'clock.

It is more difficult to set up a tent, but fortunately it is a simple tent. It was done with a little stretch, and I stapled a nail on the ground and it was nice! I glanced at Miss Kit, who had already lit the fire and was sitting by the fire studying her book of Oriental Strange Tales.

β€œkitοΌŸβ€ I put my hand on her and said to her, "What are we going to have for dinner?" ”

"Dinner? Dinner? Dinner! Eat...... Forget it, you go hunting! Miss Kit looked at me and touched the book.

"I'm going hunting......" I shuddered and shrunk my neck as I looked at the gloomy woods.

"What's wrong, scared?" Miss Kit looked at me with an eyebrow.

"How is that possible! I...... I'll just go. Not to be outdone. You don't understand, Miss Genius, we are still very scared as ordinary people, but I can't say it, otherwise Miss Kit will laugh at me.

"Then go ahead, I'll study this thing!" Miss Kit beckoned me to go away.

My feet felt like they were stuck to the ground, and it was terrifying to look at the whole forest covered in darkness. I was pushed by Miss Kit before I trembled and picked up the bow and sword on the ground.

"Hurry up Lisa, before it's completely dark, you hurry up, there will be a terrifying beast at night." Miss Kit came to scare me, and she made a monster pose to scare me.

"I ...... Miss Kit, don't rush anymore, it's not that I don't want to go, it's that I'm afraid of the dirty things that can't be seen."

Eventually, I walked deeper into the jungle.

The jungle was quiet at night, and I walked quietly, trying not to make a sound, so as not to scare away birds and other wild animals.

I hid behind a big tree, quietly waiting for my first prey.

Suddenly, a fawn came running up and down, and I chuckled, drew my bow and arrow, ready to aim.

Suddenly, I was hit by a musket bullet that flew at me, and I dodged it sideways, looking at the caliber of the bullet, it should be a sniper type.

I followed the source of the musket and looked over, but because of the cover of the jungle, I could not see the appearance of the person who was sniping at me.

"Who is it?" I cursed quietly. Suddenly, more high-speed musket bullets were coming at me, and I began to run, in the delusion of trying to get past the hail of bullets.

A pain came from my abdomen, I crouched down behind a rock, touched the soft belly under my trench coat, blood gushed from between my fingers, and cold sweat broke out on my head.

The vision of my eyes gradually blurred, and I think my pain tolerance was so poor. My cough betrayed my position, I fell on my side, the man who sniped me appeared in front of me, blindfolded me, and the next second I looked like I was being picked up.

Because of the pain, I gradually lost consciousness, and I only felt that I was lying in the warm arms of a person, just like my sister holding me when I was a child, so comfortable, so gentle.

It's just that the gun callus in his hand rubs against my skin, making me a little uncomfortable.