On the triangular iron frame, there was a broken iron basin with a pile of black charcoal inside.
Not sure if this was once a place for campfires.
"They're coming!"
Canaan quickly turned her head, looking towards the right-hand corner of the passage.
Sure enough, footsteps soon came from there.
"Tap, tap, tap!"
The next second, a six-person team suddenly appeared. They were tall and well-built, wearing clothes similar to ancient ones, approximately thirty percent like the current combat suits. The fabric was dark red, and the shoulders seemed to have a winding golden-red bloodstain. This patrol team, upon seeing Canaan and the others, rushed over quickly without shouting or any change in expression.
They just kept their heads down and ran wildly, following their duty instinctively.
