For some reason, her shoes were already nowhere to be found, and neither were her pants.
At the edge of the stream, Song Ying had only found her shirt. For now, she could only hurriedly put it on and continue staggering after Luo Qiu.
Carrying someone in his arms was too inconvenient for walking, so before long, Luo Qiu carried Gan Hong on his back instead.
Gan Hong had a strong will and had forced herself not to faint from the pain. However, she no longer had the strength to speak, and her face was as pale as paper.
The grass on the ground was extremely sharp. Before long, Song Ying's legs were covered in countless tiny cuts from the blades. Her ankle, which she had injured while attacking the Wild, also severely hindered her ability to move.
Yet she did not say a word or cry out in pain the entire way... because she was afraid that if she asked them to stop, she would delay Luo Qiu and put Gan Hong in even greater danger.
She had not yet had the chance to ask Luo Qiu how he had survived, or why he was carrying a hunting rifle. That bastard seemed to be able to turn himself into a mute whenever no one took the initiative to ask him something.
They had not walked for long... perhaps only ten minutes, but to Song Ying, it felt like she had lived through half a century.
Luo Qiu suddenly stopped. "We're here. This is it."
Song Ying and Gan Hong both froze and looked ahead. As Luo Qiu took a few more steps forward, the two of them actually saw a house appear there.
It had apparently been built from wood and stood on a flat stretch of land. Open