Han Jingchuan looked at the dim passage, feeling that the scene before him seemed strangely familiar.
Another journey of escape.
Ironically, the one responsible for all this was the former leader he had once saved.
Gradually, a faint light appeared ahead. Everyone had reached the exit of the passage.
Because it was winter, the trees on North Mountain had withered, and golden fallen leaves blanketed the ground. A cool breeze swept through, sending dry leaves spinning through the air like dancing butterflies.
Bright sunlight filtered through gaps in the branches, forming strands of light and casting mottled patterns across the ground.
Ye Jian ran out of the darkness and was briefly unable to adjust. He narrowed his eyes slightly and surveyed the surroundings.
"We're out!"
"Good thing there aren't any monsters here."
The people behind him looked around and found the forest utterly still and silent.
The female secretary spoke.
"The Mutant Zombies are probably attacking the company and have been delayed for quite a while, so we're safe for the moment."
"Mm-hmm."
Everyone nodded repeatedly, feeling somewhat relieved.
But as Han Jingchuan observed the surroundings, his brow furrowed slightly. Something felt strange.
It was simply too quiet here—not even a mosquito could be seen.
The female secretary continued asking.
"Boss Ye, where are we going now?"
"Uh..."
Ye Jian opened his mouth, instantly at a loss.
He had only been thinking about escaping just now and had not decided where to go.
There seemed to be nowhere suitable to take shelter at the moment...
Han Jingchuan suddenly spoke.
"Boss Ye, I don't think you need to think about it."
"Hm? What is it now?"
Ye Jian looked puzzled.
The next moment, a sinister wind suddenly rose through the forest, sweeping up fallen leaves that rustled in the air as