บท 63: Chapter 63: A Pencil

[So what do we do?]

[We still run. I just hope… it isn't our team that becomes the bait.]

Seeing what Jia Su typed, Yun Hao and the others looked around. Trying to prevent the heavy breaths that wished to burst out from them.

It was a morbid plan, but for now, it was the only option they could think of. Although it was already leaving a bad aftertaste in their mouth, they had to survive.

They waited and waited. And with each second, it made it harder for them not to make a sound. Either to prevent an urge to stretch a leg, to sneeze, or to just want to clear their throats. It did not help that the grey-claw moles were still in the vicinity even after they finished eating the other team.

But finally, after an hour, Yun Hao noticed something and very lightly patted the others, before pointing at one of the other teams. They all looked at the same time, only to see the group seemingly about to get into an argument.