Return countdown 160:00:00.
It's only been eight hours since this crossing.
For the first time, Qing Chen felt that travel was so unbearable.
"Move forward!" Qing Chen said coldly.
Over six hundred refugees followed him quickly across the road, arriving at the entrance of the bank that Qing Chen had already set as a target. The door was open, and inside were seven ghastly white skeletons.
"Dream Qian, if any rats are watching you, you must tell me," Qing Chen said.
He and Zhang Mengchan stood at the entrance, each using their sixth sense to confirm if they were being tailed by rats.
"Speed up, speed up, run, don't talk!" Qing Chen kept arranging the refugees to enter the bank's door and only after everything was safe did he and Zhang Mengchan flash inside.
In such an environment, Qing Chen could finally relax for a moment.
