Everyone held their breath in silence.
Zhongli Wuzhi and Lu Xiaoer leaned against each other, motionless.
Wen Nian and Song Lili had already chambered their guns and made ready for combat.
On the other side, Song Yangling had long since set up a submachine gun among the tree branches. From this height and distance, he could mow down a dozen people in an instant.
Suddenly, rhythmic whistling began.
Song Yangling and Song Lili perked up their ears, then slowly broke into smiles and relaxed,
"It's Cong Han,"
Song Lili said to Wen Nian.
Zhongli Wuzhi, who was holding Lu Xiaoer tightly, faintly heard Song Lili mention Cong Han's name.
Lu Xiaoer didn't seem to hear it and asked Zhongli in a particularly low voice,
"Could it be the enemy?"
"Shh, don't speak, it's nothing..."
Zhongli Wuzhi hugged her even tighter, burying his head in the nape of her neck, drawing in the scent unique to Lu Xiaoer.
