"So what do we do now?" Yang Xiu looked towards the distance, and unexpectedly, quite a few people started walking down the empty long street.
Everyone was dumbfounded, their worldview shattered.
"You all..." Yang Xiu asked incredulously, "didn't you escape?"
"I... I... I didn't get far, just found a basket to hide myself." One person explained, still holding the basket.
"I tripped over someone, twisted my ankle, and could only lie on the ground pretending to be dead." The speaker's face was covered in dust, dragging a leg.
"I... I... I fainted from fright, just woke up, can you tell me what happened?" The speaker was the travel blogger from earlier.
Yang He and Yang Xiu exchanged a glance, suddenly feeling their heads swell.
They thought everyone had run away, but unexpectedly, a few unlucky ones hadn't left.
