"Boss, there's a mountain ahead."
"Climb over it."
They had to go further, leave those pursuing them far behind; they needed ample time to prepare.
Last night, everyone had some wild ginger soup and rested; now, their spirits were pretty good.
Except, of course, for Meng Xing.
Meng Xing was still feverish and unconscious, being carried by Ah Da on his back, swaying as they moved.
He hadn't gone far before he suddenly vomited.
Ah Da stiffened all over, his face dark: "Boss..."
Li Yanchen heard it, and said helplessly: "Have someone else carry him, clean yourself up. There's no need to clean up the vomit..."
Leave clues for those behind us.
"Yes, Boss."
After a few minutes of rest, they continued forward.
They spent the whole morning climbing over a small peak.
When they reached the top, they realized that it was a view with no end in sight, surrounded by mountains.
The deeper they went, the denser it became.
