The whole night, everyone was on the move.
At three in the morning, they reached another manor. After clearing out the Black people living there, they found a scarecrow in the warehouse.
They buried it in the ground and continued their journey based on its guidance.
Her boyfriend was dead, but Ma Xiaoyun had no time to mourn. Her mind was entirely occupied with thoughts of how to survive!
Even those God Hunters led by Qi Fentou wanted to cling to Lin Baici's coattails. As an ordinary person, if she couldn't hold on, she'd be doomed.
But Lin Baici clearly had no interest in her!
Ma Xiaoyun was worried sick, to the point where her hair might turn white.
"Lin... Nephew Lin, can we rest for a bit?"
Wu Shitong was out of breath and could not hold on any longer. After rushing all night, this richest man in Haijing felt like he had shaved at least three years off his life.
If he could even make it back alive, that is.
Lin Baici glanced back at Wu Shitong, then looked at the sky.
