Returned to the armored RV.
Bang!
Third Uncle closed the car door.
He let out a long breath and said to Old Qin, "Drive slower later, the truck's rear tire got punctured. Slowing down is safer."
Old Qin opened the car window and naturally took out a pack of cigarettes from the storage compartment where Third Uncle had placed them.
This pack of cigarettes belonged to Third Uncle, but Old Qin didn't ask, he just shook out a cigarette.
Lit it up.
"Hiss—hoo!" Old Qin exhaled the smoke and then said to Third Uncle, "If that's the case, it'll take us longer to get to Shaosh City."
"No problem, steady it out," Third Uncle muttered.
The vehicle speed reduced again, down to only forty kilometers per hour.
The speed slowed down considerably, and the bumps weren't as severe.
.....
Along this route, they didn't encounter anyone, it was desolate and ruined.
If it weren't for the birds seen in the sky, they would have doubted whether there was any living thing here.
