Alone

She continued to walk forward, and as the night fell, she still hadn't walked out of the mangrove forest. So, she found a place and sat down. She lit a fire and rested. 

The deep and cold mangrove forest was silent, only a cluster of flames danced about in the forest. Feng Jiu, who was sitting by the fire dressed in red, seemed to be integrated with her surroundings. 

A group of people were walking in the forest and vaguely saw the flames dancing in the forest. The leader of the group paused and said to the people behind him: "There seems to be a fire over there. Could someone be sleeping in the forest at night?"

"Who would dare to sleep here? He's really not afraid of death!" The man behind him said and turned his head toward the direction of the flames. 

"We've been in this forest for several days and have been unable to get out, tell you what! Let's go and see who that person up ahead is, and see if the opposition knows how to get out of this forest."