"What's wrong?"
As the scream died down, Qin Lin rushed out of the tent with a grave expression, looking toward Chen Tiantian by the fire.
"GULP."
"Over there... there are... there are bodies!" Chen Tiantian, her face pale, swallowed hard.
"And here I was thinking it was something serious. Turns out it's just some bodies?" Fatty Qi was speechless. "We're all Martial Artists. What's there to be afraid of?"
"Don't panic! With me, Fatty Qi, here, who cares if it's just a corpse? Even if it reanimated, I could take care of it for you!"
Saying this, Fatty Qi followed Chen Tiantian's directions and walked into the dense woods behind the bushes, flashlight in hand.
"Damn."
"Brother Qin, you've got to come see this!"
Fatty Qi's surprised voice rang out. "This is strange. These seven or eight people don't have any obvious external injuries. It's clear they didn't die fighting each other or running into some powerful bandit."
