About 40 meters across from the cave entrance appeared a middle-aged man wearing a robe, carrying a bundle of firewood on his back, waving a tree branch in his hand, beating the grass ahead of him and humming an unknown tune.
Song Heping sighed with relief.
This man seemed to pose no threat.
Moreover, he didn't even notice that just a few dozen meters away, inside a concealed cave entrance, a pair of eyes were staring intently at him; if he turned his head and spotted the cave entrance, he might have been greeted with a bullet.
"There's a village nearby."
Back inside the cave, Song Heping whispered to Willie, "It looks like we will have to go to the village tonight to find some water."
He grabbed his tactical bag and rummaged through it.
There was still food, enough to last three days.
This was within the plan, maintaining physical strength wasn't an issue.
The biggest problem was water.
This place is different from a regular jungle.
