Long Yu held the black book in his hand, turned around and looked back at Lan Shou. Lan Shou threw the roasted rabbit to the ground, his face twisted, and he swung his right hand in the air, and with his left hand, he grabbed a cigarette in the air.

Lan Shou took a deep breath and stood up slowly. "We have to fight our way out of here. We will separate at the stream thirty miles away. I will go downstream. There is a path leading to the palace. You will go upstream. There is a ...