21:42:10.
Another morning dawned with the rising red sun, and Li Qingming's caravan was still racing wildly along the riverbed.
Even Tsunk, a monster of sorts, was clearly running out of steam after pushing three people this far, and the wheels of the cart had long since deformed.
Fortunately, judging by the marker numbers left by Du Chen, the camp was not far away.
Li Qingming had just finished listening to K's description of the incident at the western camp. Although he had to admit that Xu Meijia was somewhat impressive, he couldn't help but have some opinions about K's strategy. While running, he said:
