It was exceptionally quiet at night in the mountains without the hustle and bustle of the city. Only the tiny chirps of crickets could be heard, mixed with the occasional sound of bird calls that came from the distance.
In such a comfortable environment, everyone soon felt fast asleep.
No one noticed that a danger was quietly approaching.
At night, the wind would blow in the mountains. Although it was not strong, it was enough to blow away the fire that Wang Zi had casually put out.
While everyone was sleeping, the sparks were blown away by the wind and ignited the surrounding hay. The small fire gradually grew bigger and aided by the wind, it started burning a path toward the tent next to it.
The night watchman was focused on playing games in the car. By the time he realized that there was a fire outside, the fire had already gotten very big and was burning right next to the side of the tent.
