"We must have taken the wrong path!"
Old Man Luo licked his lips, "God Lin, can I have a bottle of water?"
Lin Baici tossed a bottle of mineral water to Luo Jiaming.
"Didn't you notice? When we started running back, those crows gradually stopped chasing us!"
Old Man Luo twisted the bottle cap and gulped down half the bottle in one shot: "I previously thought those crows were avenging that White-headed Crow King, but now that I think about it, aside from that reason, their existence meaning is to hunt anyone who walks this path."
"So we picked the wrong path, huh?"
The woman in leather pants felt agitated, enduring the scorching sun only to realize it was all in vain, became frustrating just to think about it.
"Then how do we find the right path?"
Huang Cheng inquired.
"I don't know!"
Old Man Luo spread his hands: "Ask God Lin!"
Swish!
Everyone looked at Lin Baici, waiting for an answer.
"Let's head back to that plantation first!"
