After Hu Ma and the others regrouped, they didn't dare to stop for even a moment and, under the cover of night, hurriedly made their way with uneven footsteps.
When they first encountered that group of vicious individuals, it had been just after nightfall. Now, they had been fleeing for more than half the night in one go. It seemed to be almost 3 a.m.; if they waited any longer, daybreak would soon be upon them.
By this time, the driver and the two companions all had weakened legs. They each felt dizzy, their heads spinning, and their mouths dry.
Although Aunt Zhang didn't say anything, and even when invited to sit in the cart, she refused, it was clear that she was struggling to walk, her legs probably aching from fatigue.
Of course, even if they let her sit in the donkey cart at this time, it wouldn't be able to carry her. The one most tired was the donkey; its tongue was nearly hanging out from exhaustion, its big head bobbing, and it was almost stumbling as it walked.
