In an ordinary army green tent, Su Huan slowly opened his eyes.
He had recently developed the habit of sleeping. It wasn't voluntary; he was carrying too many eerie things on his back, which easily pulled him into dreams at night, and he had to deal with them one by one to break free.
He sat up, stretched his limbs, and in the darkness, the conductor suddenly chuckled.
Then he yanked a giant beast's head off his shoulder and slammed it to the ground fiercely, "So it was you, you bastard, gnawing on my ass last night?!"
"Boom boom boom!"
The terrifying sound of vibrations came from within the tent. Qin Mian and Gangdan, the guards outside, were already familiar with this routine. Only when the sounds stopped did they shout, "Commander Su, do you need me to fetch some water for you to wash your hands?"
"Get lost, if you've got nothing better to do, go bang your head against a tree!"
