Liu Yan crawled forward a couple of paces on all fours, then... got to her feet and ran for her life.
She ran extremely fast. Her legs felt as heavy as lead, but she dared not stop.
The air in her lungs seemed to have caught fire, and every breath brought a searing pain and the taste of blood.
"Fuck! After her!"
Brother Biao reacted first, snatching a rock from the roadside and giving chase.
His face twisted like a crumpled sheet of paper, hideously frightening.
The remaining man hurried after him.
The man whose ear had been bitten off clutched his head, grabbed a rock as well, and charged after her.
Blood covered his face, making him look... like a fiend that had crawled out of hell.
Liu Yan ran desperately, desperately.
But the hunger of the past several days had already broken her body.
Ever since they had been rescued from the Hundred Beasts Convoy, everyone's rations had been distributed by that old woman, Zhang Dongyun.
Those who had been rescued received only the most basic supplies at each meal, just enough to keep them from starving to death.
Her legs grew weaker and weaker, each step feeling as though she were treading on cotton.
Two hundred meters, three hundred...
Her chest burned, a thick, sickly-sweet taste of blood rose in her throat, and her vision began to darken.
She stumbled and pitched headfirst onto the ground.
Her forehead struck the rough road hard. Blood immediately seeped out, running down her brow and blurring her vision.
She did not pass out.
Hovering between consciousness and oblivion, she groped blindly across the ground until her fingers touched something cold.
It was a sharp rock.
She clenched it tightly, her fingers whitening with the effort.
*"Even if I die... I'm