This is a canyon, a torrent meandering through the canyon, with few trees in the canyon. The weathered gravel on the peaks on both sides slid down the steep cliffs, compressing the bottom of the already inadequate canyon inward. The river water becomes very turbulent. Although it is winter, the river flows too fast and cannot build ice at all.

There is no road next to the rapids, only ruthless and endless gravel, or the only road is the gravel.

The sky was slightly bright, and a fire was created in the slightly flattened place among the gravel.

Lin Zicong pressed a small notebook on the stone, writing something with difficulty.

"You shouldn't save me. If you don't save me, you will probably be able to go out. If you take me with you, you will probably freeze to death here." Sun Jiali sat by the fire, looking at the flames. His hands were softly hanging, and some places on his forearms and upper arms were bulging abnormally. He gritted his teeth abnormally while talking.

"Stop thinking about it." Lin Zicong was writing something attentively, while writing symbols next to the words. "I can go out with you! Don't think too much. I took you and didn't like you, but only you can solve the poison on me at the moment. I will deal with these bandits one day, but what I want to do now is to live first. So, bringing you with you is to exchange each other. We each get what we need."

Sun Jiali smiled bitterly, then her face gradually calmed down. She stared at Lin Zicong's small notebook and asked, "What are you writing? The agent is still carrying the small notebook. Are you afraid that someone will know your secret?"

Lin Zicong became interested and said, "Well, listen, I'll read it to you... 'Most people have emotions. Sometimes emotions make people stronger, but sometimes they will make people reluctant to give up some things they already have. If they can improve their fighting spirit through emotions and then ignore emotions when they need to release energy, then people will become as powerful as kitchen knives, because emotions on meaningless objects will only hinder the release of strength.'"

"You are a killer! When did you learn the poet's trick?" Sun Jiali smiled.

"Every great killer feels that he is writing a poem when hunting his opponent." Lin Zicong held the notebook and looked at Sun Jiali proudly.

Sun Jiali smiled again and said, "Well, I can understand, but I can't understand it... However, I think your "kitchen knife" is a bit dirt-free, so it's better to change it to a scalpel."

"Scalpel?..." Lin Zicong thought for a while and said, "Well, yes, just change it to a scalpel."

After lifting the booklet, Lin Zicong continued: "In addition to these insights, this book also remembers some internal maps of this bandit nest. Even if it is lost, it will have no effect on me, but maybe he can level the bandit nest based on my information."

Sun Jiali was silent, and the pain in her arms came back, and she murmured again.
Chapter completed!