Lao San stared at the thick snake body, thicker than a water jar, and swallowed hard.
Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly heard a familiar whooshing sound from afar.
Lao San turned his head and saw a tiny black speck the size of a grain quickly expanding in the sky, with the buzzing becoming more pronounced.
When that thing was fully revealed, Lao San couldn't help but blurt out, "Helicopter!"
The passengers in the carriage behind them burst into cheers even faster.
Even more intensely and fervently than when Su Huan took down the white snake.
After all, the former meant surviving today, while the latter could take them back to the civilized world where order and dignity existed in memory.
"Impossible..." Su Huan's throat moved, his pupils trembling as he looked at the symbol on the helicopter, a look of disbelief as if he'd seen a ghost, even more shocked than when he saw Mojiang.
"Conductor, could the helicopter belong to the military?"
