Two months later, in a forest in the southern part of Rongshan.

A bat flew down from the horizon and landed on Dong Rui’s shoulder. He tilted his ear to listen, and his spirits rose at once. “The town is two and a half kilometers ahead! Only two and a half kilometers left!”

The snow had melted, and the ground was damp.

But they had no way to ride the snail toad, because Dong Rui had performed two more surgeries on it. As a result, the snail toad had entered a state of dormancy and recuperation. It did not move, did not consume energy, and did not even need to eat self-heal herbs. Dong Rui had hidden it in his backpack.

Previously, the snail toad had carried people. Now, a person carried the snail toad.

Dong Rui himself was so exhausted he was dazed. All he wanted was to find a place to hide, then sleep his fill.

To him, He Lingchuan and Zhu Daniang looked...