Only after those people crossed the first mound did they realize that Guisu and Baili Xia had escaped.
At this point, they no longer cared about Guisu, after all, they had guns, while the others had nothing.
A group of people mustered their courage and quickly chased in the direction Baili Xia and Guisu had fled.
After crossing several mounds, Baili Xia was so exhausted she was out of breath.
Seeing this, Guisu simply carried her in his arms and sprinted away.
He was indeed strong, carrying Baili Xia with a speed that did not slow much from before.
But ultimately, they were slower, and over time, the people behind got closer and closer, with occasional gunshots echoing.
Baili Xia was horribly anxious, but she had no solution.
These were mountain paths, entirely unfamiliar to her; running on her own wouldn't be as fast as Guisu carrying her.
Suddenly, Baili Xia, holding Guisu's arm, felt something hot and wet in her hand.
She lifted her hand to see it was full of blood.
