Chapitre 357: Into The Ship We Go

A Survivor! A survivor!

Quickly, many stormed past the forest while still holding hands. 

Yes... The image was ridiculous, seeing many burly able men holding hands like kindergarten children when crossing the roads. 

Ugh.

No matter how one looked at it, it would make even the onlookers turn their faces away in shame for these people.

But in the face of fear, what was face?

Smack.

Everyone smacked their lips together nervously.

Hearts pounding, bodies jerking, everyone moved as fast as they could with Dorian lifting Old Bho 1~2 inches off his feet with the flick of his fingers.

The old man looked like he was running. 

But if one looked at the many feet on the ground, one would see that Old man Bho's legs weren't touching the ground at all. 

A few noticed this, shooting the old man with envious eyes. 

Jeez... (eyes rolling)... It really pays to be old, huh?

Tsk.