"Chase!"
Under the cover of night, a group of people traversed the mountain path.
The men of the Salt Gang, wielding sharp blades, faced the cold wind head-on, but there was a fire burning in their chests, and each of them was extremely excited.
Ever since they were forced into this wretched place, they had been suffocating for too long.
No one dared to provoke them, and they had to endure in silence.
But with every household in the village setting up altars, where was there a way back?
Thinking of this, everyone couldn't help but look ahead.
Li Yan walked with a knife in hand; though he was merely walking, it seemed as if he was shrinking ground into inches, always leading the group.
Sha Lifei followed closely, and Wu Ba carried Wang Daoxuan, running swiftly.
As for Lv San, he had already left earlier to scout the path.
There was hardly any need for communication; their tacit cooperation had long left the nearby Feng Laohai secretly astonished.
