All of them raised their heads towards Chang Yuan and the others, preparing for an early warning.
Chang Yuan tightened his grip on the Swiss army knife.
Suddenly, Chang Yuan threw the last handful of sulfur powder 50 meters in front of him and shouted behind him, "Now! Charge!"
As soon as he said that, the group of people immediately ran.
Although Auntie Wang and Qiao Yuran were not in good physical condition, they still ran forward with all their might.
"Ah! Go Away!"
In the process of running, because Zhuo Qianqian still had to take care of Qiao Yuran and support her body, their speed was a little slow. A small snake that had been fished from a tree branch landed on their shoulders.
Zhuo Qianqian's state of mind was much stronger than Qiao Yuran's. The snake landed on her shoulder. She was only frightened for a moment before she quickly reacted.