At a quarter past 5 PM, sounds emerged from the cave entrance.
People wielding machetes cleared the vines, stepping out with boxes one after another.
The last person didn't forget to toss the cut vines back into the cave and pulled the vines on both sides of the entrance toward the opening, then picked up the box at his feet and quickly caught up with the others.
Seeing them walk away, the armed division officers in charge of the operation waved their hands for everyone to follow.
This place wasn't too far from Elm Ridge, but the path was tough to navigate. The men carrying boxes struggled greatly, needing to sit down for a rest after a while.
After periods of walking and resting, they finally reached the location by 9-11 PM.
Not only the box carriers, but even those holding the small boxes couldn't take it anymore, collapsing on the ground: "We're finally leaving this cursed place, it's killing me."
Huang Yibang took out binoculars and looked toward the highway ahead.
