Chapter Sixty-Six
When Long Xiaoshan arrived at the entrance to the village, he saw a Santana parked there.
The people from the Santana had already got out, apart from Shen Yuerong, there were three people, one woman and two men.
The young woman was squatting there, her face pale, with a pile of vomit on the ground.
Long Xiaoshan approached and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Xiaoshan, the road here is really tough." Shen Yuerong's complexion wasn't looking very good either.
"Car sickness, this road is difficult indeed."
Long Xiaoshan looked around and went straight to the side of the field, he plucked a weed, crushed it, and a milky white substance oozed out of the stem like milk, held it to Shen Yuerong's nose, "Smell this, you'll feel better soon."
Shen Yuerong leaned over and took a sniff, a wave of freshness rushed into her chest, and indeed, the uncomfortable feeling lessened.
