"Snap!"
Song Guanchao misstepped, and the trio tumbled to the ground, rolling half a circle.
"Huff, huff~"
His panting sounded like he was pulling a bellows.
He climbed up from the ground and saw Wu Yun helping Zhou Qian to her feet, asking, "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine."
Zhou Qian brushed aside her messy hair, revealing multiple scrapes and bruised marks on her arms and legs, which looked quite disastrous.
She wanted Song Guanchao to walk by himself, but she knew he wouldn't listen.
Song Guanchao felt his own body.
He wasn't ironman, after going all day without food or drink, and his fever still not fully abated, his body was nearly at its limit.
Looking around at the pitch-dark surroundings and thinking about the man Zhou Qian mentioned, his heart couldn't relax at all.
He stood still, deep in thought.
After a moment, he suddenly walked straight ahead.
He reached a large tree and looked up, then walked towards another large tree.
