Once the sound of the bell completely disappeared, it felt as if the air that had been drained returned again.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, sweat pouring out.
Li Zhiyuan: "It's safe now."
"Xiao Yuan?" Run Sheng immediately checked on the boy's condition.
"I'm fine, not a big deal." Li Zhiyuan felt sticky on his face, and a bit dizzy.
Luckily, he had rested enough on the train, and had been conserving his energy along the way, so his current state, while bad, wasn't the worst.
If he were completely exhausted and pushed to the limit, he might just make time to learn "The Moon Reflected on the Erquan Spring."
Tan Wenbin crawled up using both his hands and feet, took the water bottle and towel from Run Sheng, and started wiping the bloodstains off Xiao Yuan's face.
Run Sheng picked up the Yellow River Shovel, stood up, facing the woman, and remained vigilant.
The woman put away the white cloth and offerings, and ate the bloodstained cookie.
