Jiang Chan transmigrated from the apocalypse into a melodramatic novel filled with continuous natural disasters: drought, floods, locust plagues, epidemics... and even interwoven with various stran...
"They've gone out..."
"We can really get out..."
Jiang Chan then remembered something and immediately pulled a dagger from her spatial storage. "Turn around!"
She reached inside and cut the ropes binding the women one by one, saying coldly, "Quickly, come out!"
Here, bombs are useless, and guns and ammunition are even more useless; the only way to save oneself is through the most primitive methods.
Fortunately, these women had been living in fear and had lost a lot of weight. In addition, they were small in stature, and they all squeezed out, just like Jiang Chan had before.
"We're out?"
"But where should we go?"
"Staying here means death, going out... means death too!"
Jiang Chan took a deep breath. "Who was crying their heart out just now, hoping to survive? Never mind... let's go outside first!"
The tomb passage was pitch black, with only two directions, front and back, and its depths were unfathomable. She remembered being dragged in downwards. Therefore, the exit must be in the other direction.
She hesitated for a moment, then quickly ran along the stone wall in the direction she remembered coming from.
The red silk covering her body looked like flowing blood in the darkness.
After a short while, a faint light finally appeared ahead!
exit!
A surge of excitement welled up in Jiang Chan's heart, and she quickened her pace. The light grew brighter, the faint glow of the stars and moon outside. She finally reached the entrance to the tomb passage.
A cold night wind suddenly rushed in, carrying the fresh scent of barren earth and withered grass. She took a deep, greedy breath; the icy air stung her lungs, but it invigorated her.
Outside lay a desolate cemetery. Large and small mounds rose and fell in the pale moonlight, like countless silent monsters. In the distance, the dark outline of the Li family mansion stood, with only a few scattered lights.
They really made it out! They finally escaped that living coffin!
Jiang Chan slumped down in the cold, overgrown grass, a wave of exhaustion washing over her. Cold, excruciating pain, hunger, and fatigue all rushed in at once, and she almost drifted off to sleep.
The others were in similar states, some crying and some laughing, covering their mouths and making sobbing sounds...