C42

"It's gone, the wooden stronghold is just ahead. Hurry up!" A lean old man with a dry-looking body wore a bamboo hat on his head. Grey strips of cloth hung down, covering his appearance.

"Cough, cough …" Qing Jiao, I'm not as fast as you, you better slow down! " Behind the old man was a fat man named Qing. He was panting heavily, and looked very tired.

In front of them