Deep in the mountains, dense forests, a torrential rainstorm.
Silver snakes were dancing wildly in the howling wind and rain; this cabin on the mountaintop stood here somewhat abruptly.
Inside the cabin.
An Sheng and Zhuo Jun moved the Iron Wolf Dustpan and some pieces of wood inside, as the rain outside was too heavy, soaking the wood and Iron Wolf Dustpan completely.
Tui Zi also cleaned the black pork thoroughly, washing away the white coat with water, but he had to scrape the charred layer with a knife for several minutes before it was barely clean.
Zhuo Jun and An Sheng huddled by the firepit, shivering from head to toe. They were soaked through; it was October after all, and the temperature was dropping fast, especially with a storm here on the mountain, making it even colder.
Chen Delong sat on the bed for a while, feeling much better, and began hanging all their belongings from the luggage to dry.
