NovelEnglishChapter 202
His own phone had becunusable, having fallen into a nearby ditch during their descent. Millie fumbled in her pocket, finding her phone intact. However, when she tumed it on, she discovered there was no signal. “| don’t have a signal.”
Marcus said nothing, instead glancing up at the valley. The dense forest and perilous environment posed further dangers. He took a step forward.
“Follow me,” he said.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“Alright.”
An hour later, they reached a valley.; Breathless at this point, Millie sat on a stone, her brows furrowed. “Can't we find a way out?”
They encountered several paths that seemed to lead upward, only to discover that they all led to cliffs, making it impossible to ascend.
Nightfall was starting to creep in, enveloping the surroundings in darkness. Beasts’ howls echoed intermittently, and the road ahead becalmost indiscemible.
Marcus glanced at Millie, who sat on the stone, gasping for breath and warily surveying their surroundings. He sensed her exhaustion and anxiety.
He surveyed the area and spotted a small hut ahead. “Look ahead! There’s a hut. For now, we should rest there.”
Upon reaching the dilapidated hut, Millie pushed open the door. It emitted a creak, accompanied by a musty odor. Inside, there was a cabinet, a bed, and a pile of dried grass atop the bed.
Millie pondered who had constructed this small refuge. Fortunately, it provided respite from the wind and rain for the night. “Clean up this place and check the cabfor anything useful. I'll gather firewood and start a fire. We'll spend the night here,” Marcus instructed.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmMillie nodded in response. As Marcus departed, she opened the caband discovered an old quilt. She felt a sense of surprise. The night would be chilly, and the quilt would prove valuable.
After she was finished dusting off the bed, Marcus returned with a stack of dry wood, proceeding to kindle a fire at the center of the hut.
Asound caught Millie’s attention. She peered closer, noticing that Marcus held two flint stones in his hands, expertly utilizing them to create sparks and eventually ignite a flame.
She then found herself puzzled. She had never expected Marcus to possess such practical skills. “wait... you know how to make a fire?”
Considering his background, it seemed unlikely that he had spent tin the kitchen, Observing his squatting posture, Millie’s thoughts wandered.
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