After Hu Ming was done with his business, he reached into his pocket. There was nothing there.
Swoosh!
Hu Ming, who was a little weak in the first place, felt even more anxious. He dug around in his pocket in despair. There weren't even any paper fragments, let alone toilet paper.
"This is bad!"
Hu Ming sighed. He had the runs too many times tonight, and he had used up all the toilet paper. This was really...
The night wind brushed against his butt, and his balls felt a little cold!
Hu Ming's gaze darted to the bushes by the side. Damn, they were all plants with small leaves. Moreover, they were wet from dew...
"If I knew this would happen, I would have shit together with Zhao Feng!"
Hu Ming felt helpless. He grabbed a handful of grass, planning to pick the slightly bigger ones. Just then, a piercing scream rang out in the campsite.
"What happened?"