After about half an hour, Du Youqian heard the faint snap of a dry twig from the distant woods.
Anyone else might have dismissed it as an auditory hallucination in the dead of night, or perhaps the sound of a small animal moving through the forest.
But Du Youqian not only heard the sound, he also felt a murderous aura.
There was no mistake. It was an enemy.
He stood up and glanced at Qing He.
The campfire had long been extinguished, leaving only a faint red glow in the embers.
But with a bright moon and few stars, visibility was quite good.
Qing He, of course, looked dreadful. She was trembling uncontrollably, whether from the cold or from fear.
'Her acting is pretty good.'
Du Youqian was actually ninety percent certain she was the mole.
Still, after a moment's thought, he decided to keep her around.
It wasn't to feed the enemy false information or anything like that.
