One fine living person disappeared in a flash just like that in the middle of the night!
Sun Erzhuang was so scared that cold sweat was pouring out.
The forest kept rustling, faint sounds of tiger roars and wolf howls mixed within.
How is one supposed to live like this!
Sun Erzhuang was almost in tears, his voice trembling, like a woman wailing at a funeral, he shouted, "Hero? Big brother? Are you still alive? If the tiger didn't get you, just make a sound, don't leave me here all alone scared..."
Just as the fat man finished speaking, a peal of thunder exploded, splitting the clouds; a bright flash of lightning streaked across the night sky, and cold raindrops, like abacus beads, began to fall.
Rain trickled into his collar, Sun Erzhuang shivered all over, not daring to wander outside anymore.
Taking the big man's advice, he carried his mother's corpse on his back, quickened his steps, and returned to the dilapidated old temple to take shelter from the rain.
