Bo Jinnian gazed deeply at the field opposite of them, where the film crew was located. At that moment, flames scorched the sky there. He squinted his eyes, "You should be more worried about how our film crew is going to get through this crisis."
"Huh?" Yan Luoxi looked at him with confusion, noticing he was staring at the farmland across from them. Following his gaze, she too saw the flickering shadows in the midst of the blaze and a sense of foreboding immediately rose within her.
In a few leaps, Bo Jinnian jumped onto the ridge and swiftly ran towards the crew's side.
Yan Luoxi did not hesitate to follow, fortunately wearing cloth shoes, which were convenient for walking. Otherwise, in this pitch-dark night, on the narrow ridges, she was certain she would fall flat on her face.
