Chapter 301: Chapter 300 Who Dares to Touch My People (4) Chapter 301: Chapter 300 Who Dares to Touch My People (4) Darkness, like the gaping maw of a ferocious beast, devoured everything around it.
The cold, clear moonlight sprinkled between the deep and icy deserted streets. The hard road beneath his feet stretched into the unknown, the indistinguishable path ahead hidden in the darkness, as if a lurking wild animal emitted a dangerous aura.
Silence, danger.
Gradually, a dark figure appeared from afar, slowly erging from the deep black with a faint white halo around it.
“Brother Shen Han, put down. Otherwise, you won’t be able to escape, they’ll catch up soon,” said a young girl’s voice.
The man carrying the girl beca gradually more visible.
Shen Han’s stern brows and eyes were dark at that mont. Hearing the girl’s words, he stopped, lifted her a bit higher on his back, and his strong arms securely steadied her body against his. His clothes, though dirty, were not disheveled.
“Qinghuan, don’t talk, conserve your energy, we’ll be safe after a little more walking,” he said.
Hearing this, Bai Qinghuan rested her cheek against the man’s back, her gaze fixed on the abandoned houses by the road, a sense of gratefulness for surviving the ordeal forming in her heart.
During the days of her captivity, she had collapsed and given up countless tis, yet it seed Heaven did not want her life yet.
A knife had given her a chance to escape; a hand stretched out had pulled her from a terrifying quagmire.
Seizing a rare opportunity, she had injured the guard and escaped, only to trip and fall within Shen Han’s field of view. At that mont, Bai Qinghuan thought she was not going to survive.
n were the most terrifying beasts in the Apocalypse.
However, unexpectedly, Shen Han had saved her from under the noses of those pursuing them, but this had also brought greater danger to him. To save her, Shen Han had killed two n, and their bodies would definitely be seen by those who would follow; they would not let them go easily.
Shen Han had been carrying her, injured, for an entire day; both were exhausted, and the sound of their enemies’ footsteps seed to fill the air, leaving no room for them to relax.
Shen Han found a secluded and safe corner, pitch black, where they could hide without being easily noticed.
He set Bai Qinghuan down behind him and they rested briefly, but Shen Han had no water left, only a portable, compressed biscuit. Most of their supplies had been sacrificed to cover their escape from that violent group.
He broke the biscuit in two, giving one half to each.
Bai Qinghuan leaned weakly against the wall and shook her head at the sight of the biscuit; she couldn’t eat it.
“Eat sothing, you need to recharge. I don’t want to be saving a dead person,” Shen Han said coldly.
Only then did Bai Qinghuan take it, biting off a piece. The dry biscuit went down with saliva, not tasty but life-sustaining.
After resting a while, Bai Qinghuan lifted her head to look at Shen Han sitting beside her.
The contours of the man’s face were clear, his high nose as resolute as his temperant, unyielding, uncompromising, not easy to approach.
Shen Han squinted, chewing the unpalatable biscuit, calculating in his mind the safest route through and the ti it would take to carry a person across.
He knew the group would not give up; they had been pursued all the way, having encountered them several tis already, both openly and covertly. If he wanted to safely cross the unprotected area ahead with Bai Qinghuan, he would need to be extra careful.
Rembering the intense gunfire from the previous night, though the attackers were not allied with those chasing him, the firefight had successfully delayed them, giving his pursuers pause and allowing him and Bai Qinghuan to escape by a hair’s breadth, snatching a slim chance at life.
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