One hundred ninety-five, Talisman

"I'll go find some branches to start a fire, this damned weather is freezing us to death."

"I'll come with you."

"I'll go too." Since those from MD country didn't dare to come in, what concerns should they have?

"Everyone, don't get separated. Just pick up some branches nearby," Mo Shaoze instructed the group. He always felt there was something odd about this forest, as if countless eyes were staring at them.

The group casually gathered some branches and tried to light them with matches, but for some reason, they couldn't get a flame going.

"What's going on here?"

"Strange! Why won't it light? The matches aren't wet." They stubbornly tried several times but eventually had to give up on the idea. After all, it wasn't their first time spending the night in the wilderness. Although it was cold, it was still much better than the cold and damp experience of hiding in ditches during the winter.