"Not good! That flock of crows is chasing us again! Run, quickly!" Bai Wensong cried out in alarm.
Run?
They did not even know where they were. How could they know which way to run?
Not to mention that they were exhausted to the limit. Who could still run?
"Caw caw caw, wuwuwuwu..."
Lu Qianqian could only cry without end.
Luo Xing'er had fainted from fright.
Luo Zhong had been scared into a daze. How could anyone possibly answer Bai Wensong?
Seeing this, Bai Wensong grew even more anxious. He shoved Du Shijie hard and said, "Stop standing there in a daze! Hurry and make everyone run!"
"Run?"
Du Shijie trembled all over in terror.
Yet his gaze remained fixed on Qin Shaofeng. His voice quivered as he said, "No, we're not running."
"Not running? Are we waiting to die, then?" Bai Wensong felt as though he were about to die of anger.
"We might not actually die."
Du Shijie was still shaking violently.
Yet there seemed to be an idea in his voice.
As he spoke, he shakily walked toward the figure lying amid the fallen leaves.
Even though he had already been frightened to the utmost extreme.
With the crows' cries drawing nearer and nearer, he still reached out and shoved the person lying on the ground, who looked no different from a corpse.
"S-Senior?"
Du Shijie was simply too terrified.
That push was truly not light. He actually pushed the person on the ground forward until he toppled over.
Only then did Lu Qianqian wake from her faint.
But she never could have imagined it.
The instant she opened her eyes, the first sight she saw was a head like that of a thousand-year-old corpse crashing toward her.
Her eyes rolled back, and she fainted again.
Thud!