"The soil here is mixed with horse urine, horse manure, and human ashes. I'll die!"

He fainted as he said that.

Some people die, but they are still alive.

Some people live, but they die.

After asking the man for a simple carriage and a hand-drawn map in Shengli'ao, Wen Ning threw the injured people one by one on the simple carriage like a garbage dump.

"You will die if you are gentle!"

Duan Geng hugged his body and screamed, without any B-shaped figure of the City of Killing Guild.

Wen Ning was cold-eyed and then sat in the passenger seat and swung the whip lightly.

Wen Goudan drove the horse and sang songs. When he walked to a fork in the road, he asked, "Where is the map?"

Song Yi spread his hands weakly and handed the paper between Wen Ning and Wen Goudan.

Wen Ning took it and opened it, and closed it quickly, looking like she didn't want to see it too much.

"What's wrong? Do you not understand?"

Wen Goudan took the map from Wen Ning in confusion, and he couldn't hold it back at the first glance.

I thought that the simple drawing of a hand-drawn map by a man was a symbolic politeness, but I didn’t expect it to be true.

A straight line on a piece of paper is a straight passage through a village. This line does not mark a fork in the road, a landmark item.

Really simple drawing.

Only a little bit, no details!

I entered V, and I was in poor health. I had already spent the saving manuscripts. I originally wanted to make more work before I was put on the shelves, but I couldn't hold on. Alas, I will slowly make up for the explosion after I put on the shelves. I hope I can bring you the brainless sand sculptures.

A little happiness, I hope you can enjoy watching it.
Chapter completed!