The long night was filled with the sound of cars.
After escaping from the young martial artist riding the bear, Poison Blade rushed towards the northeast.
His speed increased crazily. In any case, this was the wilderness and he did not have to worry about hitting anything.
In addition, Mu Qiang had long prepared enough gasoline and he did not have to worry about running out of gas.
Poison Blade also brought food and fresh water.
If he was hungry, he would eat. If he was thirsty, he would drink. If he was tired, he would sleep.
With a person and a car, the vast wilderness inexplicably felt heroic and vast.
However, the various dilapidated towns and village ruins he saw on the way always made Lin Xuan feel a little melancholic.
In the past, he had almost always stayed in towns and gathering places. There were martial artists coming and going, and it was very lively.
It did not seem to be much different from his previous life.
