Before the two of them met Mu Yangling, they had already lost their way in the forest. At first, they were sure that they were escaping in the direction of Xingzhou Prefecture. But as the trees became denser, they could no longer be certain of their direction.
Even if there was sunlight during the day and starlight at night, a slight deviation in direction could lead them astray. Moreover, the situation in the forest was complicated. Sometimes, when they encountered ferocious beasts, how could they care about which direction they were running in?
The black flour buns that the farmer had stuffed into their mouths had long been finished. At first, he was still more awake than Qi Haoran, but in the end, the two of them were so hungry that both felt dizzy. They had to support each other as they stumbled forward.
Fan Zijin thought that they would either be eaten by wild beasts or starve to death in the end.
