The situation at hand left Zhou Tao no choice but to set up camp and wait for Cai Jiang to regain consciousness while searching for clues.
However, thinking was always his least favorite activity, so Zhou Tao immediately passed the pressure onto the team medic.
"..." the team medic.
As Zhou Tao raced against time, Bai Junjun and her party were also racing against it.
In the past few days, everyone had been running for their lives with a speed that was completely different from the first few days.
Although the long-anticipated pursuers had not yet appeared behind the Seven-Person Team, the constant acceleration made everyone feel the urgency, and they all gritted their teeth to keep up.
Gradually, the figures of other refugees began to appear on the road.
From scattered individuals to small groups of twenty or thirty, the road became busier and busier.
