They were out!
They were finally out!
The old priest nearly wept with joy. He could have burst into tears right there. God only knew how long the four of them had struggled to get out.
Dummy was happy too, grinning foolishly:
"Heh heh heh."
The priest: "..."
That laugh made him want to punch someone!
But when he saw Qiu's severed arm hanging there, he held himself back.
The woman pursed her parched lips, her voice hoarse. "I'm hungry and thirsty."
Her craving for human blood was now so intense that even looking at Dummy made her want to drink his blood...
It was truly bizarre.
The woman looked away, keeping her reason intact. "Are we continuing on?"
The priest pursed his own cracked lips and looked southwest, his voice hoarse. "Yes. We've already wasted too much time. We need to reach the nearest stopping point as soon as possible and recover."
Dummy held out a hand, apparently still wanting to carry him.
The priest took a deep breath and suppressed his anger. "I'm much better now. I can walk on my own."
-I'd be an idiot to let Dummy carry me again!
-He's completely unreliable.
Dummy: "Oh..."
He seemed a little disappointed.
Remembering that he still needed Dummy's fighting strength, the priest offered a perfunctory word of comfort. "I also want you to get some rest. You've exhausted yourself. You shouldn't strain yourself any further."
Dummy's eyes lit up. "You're so nice."
The priest: "."
Dummy grinned. "Heh heh heh."
The priest: ".."
He took a deep breath, turned, and dragged his aging body into a headlong run over the scorching ground, taking a shortcut.
I can't stand this. I really can't.
He had to find somewhere to stop as soon as possible and leave this idiot behind!