The bus was full of members from the Sunset Red Tour Group, all elderly, but don't underestimate them.
Each one was full of energy, singing retro songs one after another.
Qing Li held Dumpling, meditating with closed eyes, her temples pounding with veins, "Su Wan, don't you understand? We need to advance and retreat together."
"Do you need people around you right now?" I thought about Qing Li's condition last night, my expression turning serious.
If the Demonic Qi could attack Qing Li at any moment, she truly couldn't be without people around her.
Like clam meat without its shell, only left vulnerable inside.
Qing Li slowly spoke, "Sort of."
The bus jolted along the country road.
The elderly tourists in the group were lively to the end, singing and chatting non-stop.
There was even a segment where the tour guide sold goods and did some shouting rap.
Qing Li kept her eyes closed the entire time, her forehead covered in beads of sweat.
