After Liu Xiong heard this, he was so angry that he cursed out loud and wanted to kick over the altar.

　　I quickly stopped him.

　　The Mao ghost is extremely petty, and we must not offend him.

　　"Wait until I get out, and watch how I deal with him!" Liu Xiong, filled with hatred, gritted his teeth.

　　The rest of us stayed underground for a while and then searched for the way out.

　　Each of us took a candle from the niche, walked along the tunnel, and felt like the tunnel had no end.

　　We walked farther and farther, until finally, before everyone lost patience, a light appeared ahead.

　　The few of us walked out from the entrance of the cave and were surprised to find ourselves on a small hill outside the village.

　　We all sat down on the ground, breathing in the cool fresh air.

　　"What should we do about Chen Zhen and the others? We have to find a way to rescue them," Liu Xiong shook his head, his eyes filled with determination.

　　"The zombies are still in the village tonight, they are too busy to bother with Chen Dashu and the others.

　　We have to go outside and report to the police before dawn." Liu Xiong made sense, with Dage and the group of black-clothed people in the village, we wouldn't stand a chance if we went back.

　　So, the three of us could only support each other and make our way down the mountain, after this fierce battle, we had already lost our phones, and I felt sorry for my new Xiaomi phone.

　　"Boss Liu, my iPhone 14 Pro with 512GB is gone, is this considered a loss of work? You have to buy a new one for me," I joked.

　　Liu Xiong laughed, "What's that? Qiao Dashu, you worked hard, I'll give you five hundred——" I waved my hand, jokingly, even if you gave me ten million yuan, I wouldn't be willing to buy a phone, I would just donate it.

　　"Forget about the money, just compensate me for my phone." It wasn't until dawn that we finally made it down the mountain.

　　In the distance, there seemed to be a small village.

　　We entered the village and knocked on the door of a house.

　　A little girl opened the door.

　　She stared at us, who were in a sorry state, and suddenly went up to help Jiang Haoyan excitedly.

　　"Ah, it's you?!" It turned out she was Wu Duo, the art student we had met at the airport before.

　　We told her about our experience of being kidnapped, borrowed her phone to call the police, and Liu Xiong called his bodyguards and some wealthy friends from Hunan.

　　An hour later, a small car appeared at the door.