Zhou Bin and Su Ming also ran outside with everyone. When they got outside, they saw that there were mountains all around and they happened to be in a valley.

Everyone ran away into the distance along the narrow path in front of them like headless flies.

Su Ming was extremely surprised. He didn't expect Zhou Bin to really let everyone escape.

A group of people fled in all directions, and soon some of them ran to another road, while Zhou Bin and his friends continued to run along the path in front of them.

As they were running, there was a sudden commotion among the crowd, and someone shouted, "Oh no! They are catching up with us!"

Zhou Bin turned his head and saw a large group of people chasing after him from afar, and they all seemed to have weapons in their hands.

He immediately grabbed Su Ming's arm and said, "Let's go. If we can't leave this time, we'll be finished!"

Seeing Zhou Bin so flustered, Su Ming's heart was in his throat.

He immediately quickened his pace and followed Zhou Bin to escape into the distance.

Zhou Bin decisively abandoned the main road and led Su Ming into the bushes nearby. The two did not care whether they walked properly or not, and hurriedly slid down the grass slope.

Su Ming's hands were already bleeding from the thorns, but he didn't care about the pain. The most important thing was to escape.

The two of them walked down the hillside and almost rolled down several times.

They slid all the way down the mountain before they stopped.

Zhou Bin quickly stood up and looked at his buttocks. His pants had been worn out.

Looking at Su Ming again, his face and hands were all scratched, and blood was still oozing out of the wounds.

Zhou Bin scolded: "Hey, why don't you be more careful, look at me, I'm fine."

Su Ming grimaced, almost crying: "Brother Zhou, how come you are okay? I am in so much pain."

Zhou Bin laughed: "It's okay, I'll find you some thorn grass later, it can stop the bleeding."