When the Gu family recovered, they realized that it was Gu Shiyu who suddenly showed kindness and gave a bun to a refugee, which caused the other refugees to riot and they all rushed over to ask for food.

Leader Shen's face was stern, "This can only happen for the last time. If anyone else wants to be a living Bodhisattva, then go down and go with those refugees. I, Shen San, will not care!"

It was already dark at this time. In order to get to the next post station, Shen led the group to travel in the dark.

Every household held a torch, like a fire dragon, winding along the rugged mountain road.

All of the Gu family’s supplies were snatched away in the chaos, and everyone blamed Gu Shiyu.

Xie Ling vaguely heard Gu Shiyu's voice.

"Tomorrow I will become the queen, and you will all beg me..."

Xie Ling came back to her senses and didn't want to listen to their family's farce.

“Leader Shen, we really can’t walk anymore. If we walk any longer, our legs will become useless and the horse won’t be able to handle it.”

Someone called Shen to take the lead.

Leader Shen looked at his tired horse, nodded and said, "Okay, let's set up camp here."

There happened to be a flat ground not far away, so everyone walked towards that direction.

At this moment, a refugee on the side of the road suddenly vomited.

He fell to the ground, holding his stomach, his face pale.

After a while, the refugee fell to the ground completely, emitting a foul stench.

Abdominal pain, vomiting...

Everyone turned pale with fear.

Leader Shen shouted, "It's the plague, run! Run!"

As soon as these words were spoken, it was like a thunderbolt thrown into a calm lake. The people, whose legs were almost paralyzed from exhaustion, started running.