Su Qinglian looked at Xu Ling whose lips had turned white, and touched the child's forehead. It was extremely hot, as though he had been infected by the rain.
Su Qinglian raised his head and looked at the sky, then looked at the desolate mountains, and couldn't help but feel anxious at the bottom of his heart.
If they were unlucky, they would be drenched from the rain, and their phones would lose their signal. At this moment, they were really unable to respond, and could only rely on their strong consciousness to survive.
He remembered that there was a remote path on the Xi Village, after passing through, there would be a highway leading to the Lan City. At that time, when Xu Nian brought them all out of the Xi Village, it was along that path, and even though it was late in the night, the road was bumpy, but that was the only way Su Qinglian could think of.
As long as they could reach the highway and encounter passing cars, they would be saved.