"It's getting dark, we need to make a fire." Henry Wright suddenly remembered that he wasn't the only one who could make a fire in Blackstone Valley now, so he turned to Richard Thompson and said, looking a bit anxious.

"Make a fire?"

Richard Thompson was stunned for a moment, thinking, are we going to have dinner? It's my first day at work, I have to make a good impression. He hurriedly said, "Wait for me."

As he spoke, he wanted to jump down as well, but when he saw the height, it was obvious he was just making things hard for himself!

Henry Wright didn't realize either. He took a couple of steps, suddenly looked around, and found no one beside him. "Richard Thompson?" He turned around and saw Richard Thompson clinging to the rock wall like a gecko, slowly wriggling down. Henry Wright was baffled, walked over, stared blankly at Richard Thompson, and asked, "What are you doing?"

Richard Thompson looked down and said, "I... I think I'm descending."

Henry Wright asked, "Why don't you just jump down?"

He wasn't someone who liked to talk much, but he really couldn't understand why Richard Thompson was doing this, since they all went straight up and down.

Richard Thompson almost wanted to spit blood. I want to be as cool as you guys, but the problem is, if I jump like that, I might end up with broken bones. But he couldn't admit he was even weaker than a wimp, so he explained, "It's like this, I've been chased by wild beasts all day, and I haven't eaten much, so I'm a bit weak."

As he spoke, Richard Thompson jumped down as well, let out a light breath, but still looked a bit embarrassed.

Henry Wright didn't ask further and urged, "Hurry up! Hurry up!"

It's just making dinner, is there really a need to rush like this? Richard Thompson saw Henry Wright's anxious expression and couldn't help but feel puzzled, but he didn't have time to ask more, because he had to jog to keep up with Henry Wright's pace.

When they reached the east side of the stone mountain, they saw a protruding rock wall, very long, like an eave—truly a marvel of nature. Under the rock wall was a pile of firewood, either a hobby or just some branches picked up and tied together with vines. Two or three young men were carrying firewood toward the entrance of the cave.

Wow! Can I even carry that? Richard Thompson saw that the bundle of firewood was so big he probably couldn't even hold it with both arms, and couldn't help but feel a bit frustrated. He whispered, "We're both fire-making experts, and we still have to do this?"

Henry Wright seemed very anxious and didn't hear him. He grabbed a bundle of firewood and tossed it back. "Catch."

Bang!

"Ouch!"

A miserable cry was heard!

Henry Wright turned around and saw that Richard Thompson had disappeared. Looking down, he saw Richard Thompson pinned under a bundle of firewood, his legs twitching slightly. Henry Wright walked over, squatted down, looked at Richard Thompson curiously, and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Bro! I already said I'm really weak right now, and you still threw it like that. How could I possibly catch it?"

Richard Thompson was almost in tears. Such a big bundle of firewood thrown at him—how was he supposed to catch it? And it came so fast, he didn't even have time to dodge, just got knocked down.

A moment later, Henry Wright was carrying a bundle of firewood, and with his other hand holding a huge bundle, he dashed ahead. Behind him, Richard Thompson clutched his chest, staggering along, looking resentfully at Henry Wright in front of him, thinking, If I want to live longer, from now on, whenever I consider anything, I have to take their strength and speed into account!

But Henry Wright had no time to care about Richard Thompson's complaints. He hurried to the cave entrance, tore the vine apart, and threw the firewood into a large round earthen pit in front of the cave.

"Wait a second."

Richard Thompson, who had caught up, looked puzzled and asked, "You don't need such a big fire pit just to roast meat, right? How much meat are you planning to roast? And what about the heat control..."

"Night is about to fall, we have to make a fire immediately." Henry Wright cut him off, his voice tinged with nervousness.

"So it's not for roasting meat! That's a relief."

Richard Thompson nodded, then suddenly noticed that the previously rowdy little brats were now all huddled at the cave entrance, shivering. He thought, it's just getting dark, is it really that serious? Besides, you guys are so tough, even I, a weakling, am not scared. He looked up at the sky again and saw it was still very bright, no different from before. He just couldn't find the sun, so he couldn't tell if it was sunset. He cautiously asked, "Um... even if it's getting dark, it doesn't happen all at once. It's still so bright now, we have plenty of time to make a fire, no need to be so tense, right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly felt the distance darken. Looking up, he saw a patch of darkness slowly moving over from afar.

"What the heck! What is that?"

Richard Thompson was stunned for a long moment. When he looked up again, the whole sky had already darkened. It wasn't completely black yet, but it really did seem to get dark in an instant.

This computer-scan-style nightfall left him dumbfounded, until a flash of fire shot over and snapped him out of it. Looking down, he saw flames already rising from the fire pit, the sparks spreading rapidly.