Mr. Hu Treasures His Dignity

"Yeah..." Meng Chao said tentatively. "If we're going to kill each other some other day, it's better if we go to the wall and rest. At least, we won't have to worry about being surrounded by enemies there.

"We were lucky just now that we didn't run into Hell Beasts and that the Slit-mouthed Anacondas aren't infested by Blood Flowers, but good luck won't side with us forever. What do you think?"

"I think you make sense. We'll settle our score some other day. Now, let's think of a way to leave this stupid place before anything else."

Qin Hu looked at the bizarre shadows squirming in the subsurface plasma and then at his open wounds. He also saw the ghastly white bones within them. He smiled bitterly and grudgingly accepted the truce. 

With his saber supporting his swaying body, he maintained a wary distance of five meters from Meng Chao while he walked to the wall. He left a bloody trail behind him.