ns like Hunan, Guizhou, and Zhejiang, where the water tunnels are ancient, dry for millennia but wet for ages, never truly dry or wet, just a state of dampness for half a year. Digging these tunnels...Chen Jian Sheng's face was still flushed, not sure if it was the effect of alcohol or being teased by Hong Jie.

He shook his head and cursed, "Damn it! A bunch of monkeys! Give me the knife, I'll stab them all to death!"

"Don't, Chen Tugong, don't be impulsive," I said through the pain. "You can't underestimate these beasts, doing so would be walking straight into death."

" Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!

"Chūn diǎn píng mén Bái Jiàn shēng, sǐ zài le Shun Dé fēi é shān lǐ." Let me know if you need anything else translated!

If the message gets out, we'll die with our names known.

"> from the water tank, I strained to recall the direction of the thunder. I bent down and used a small stick in the ground to make a triangle, the apex pointing southwest at a forty-five degree angle....