Seeing that so much time had passed and the man was still slumped in the corner like a pile of mud, Chu Feng finally couldn't stand it anymore. After all, they were fellow countrymen. If the man was still salvageable, he should be saved. But if he wasn't? Then no one could be blamed.
As Chu Feng approached the man, before he could even speak, a pungent smell assaulted his nostrils.
Ugh, what is that smell! Is this guy seriously overheated or something?
He quickly turned for a breath of fresh air. Then, covering his nose and mouth, Chu Feng kicked the man's fairly clean calf.
"Huang Chuanhao, right? Wake up! Wake up!"
Chu Feng called out persistently, kicking the man's originally clean pant legs until they looked like they'd been dragged through a coal pile. After a bit of trembling, the man's dull gaze finally began to show some signs of life.
"Mom~ There's a ghost!"
Unexpectedly, the first thing Huang Chuanhao did upon waking from his deep sleep was to cry out for his mother.
