Looking at the tuft of hair in his hand, then at the horses fleeing for their lives, Lin Wu rolled down the slope into the hollow and flipped onto his back to gaze at the blue sky: "Where did I throw the wood?"
So tired! After walking 40 kilometers, Hong Yi didn't spare a whiff of sympathy for him, just sent him out to find wood. Heavens, when had he ever suffered like this? Normally, he'd slack off whenever possible, and even when he couldn't, he'd still find a way to skirt his duties. What made it worse was that he wasn't even allowed to catch the horses. Why should he? He was supposed to blast their brains out and eat their meat, putting them on display for the others.
His whole body was sore and aching; he didn't want to move and couldn't find a reason to complain.
Speaking of which, the herd had picked a great spot. The ground was covered in soft water grass, with a layer of spring water beneath. Lying on top of it felt incomparably cozy.