The light of the fire drew nearer, a hair's breadth from disaster.
Outside the shack, the footsteps and shouts of the officials sounded like the drumbeats of death, growing closer. The light of the torches already peeked through the gaps in the straw curtain, casting flickering, heart-stopping shadows in the cramped space. The next moment, the curtain might be roughly thrown aside!
Tiě Zhù's muscles were tense, he could barely control the urge to charge out. Xuán Mò shielded Lín Xiāoxiāo tightly behind him and the haystack, adjusting his breathing to instantly enter a state of serious injury and unconsciousness, unaware of the outside world. Only his good hand had already quietly grasped a piece of hard wood beneath him.