One night passed.
As the sunlight streamed through the trees, the men's group finally came back to life.
"Ugh—"
Accompanied by noises that seemed to turn into zombies.
Chen Wen was woken up by the noise.
He rubbed his face.
"Their thirty-eight days, my twenty-eight days."
Chen Wen's gaze appeared confused for a moment.
Recalling the experiences of these twenty-eight days, Chen Wen was filled with emotion.
At this moment, the noise outside caught Chen Wen's attention.
He poked his head out from the small door of the domed hut and saw Lu Heng and Wang Zhi fiddling with the crocodile.
Chen Wen's eyes rolled, and he cautiously crawled out of the hut.
Someone by the campfire noticed him, but Chen Wen immediately signaled with one hand to keep quiet.
Everyone understood and watched with smiles as Chen Wen slowly approached the crocodile's body.
Lu Heng and Wang Zhi were prying the giant teeth of the crocodile with daggers, unaware of the noise behind them.
