Thanks to the occasional holes which let in daylight, Zhong realised that day was turning into night. He began to wonder how far he’d travelled down these passageways. He noticed that the workmen became fewer and fewer, and realised that he would need to find shelter for the night. Some of the carts had stopped moving, although some people were taking shelter underneath them or upturning them to sleep behind rather than to sleep on top of them. Zhong wanted something a bit more comfortable and wondered if he could climb to the surface to find an inn. The walls looked quite convexed and he could not see any crevices to use as footholds. Beyond the next arch it grew very dark, but he did feel something soft and furry like a large natural bush. He was too tired to search for anything else so he wrapped himself up with this material and decided that he would worry about it in the morning.
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