Just like that, as she walked and inquired, she reached the railway tracks and used the Demon Art to hop onto a train bound for Chongqing.
Why Chongqing? Because it was close, and she couldn't make it anywhere else.
But in this era, trains moved slowly, and she was barely surviving on wild vegetables and the few remaining burnt cakes.
God knows, by the time she arrived at the Chongqing Railway Station, she was so hungry she could hardly walk.
Still, she gritted her teeth and managed to walk off the train tracks, collapsing by the roadside.
No way around it, the hunger was overwhelming, so much so that drinking water couldn't stop the dizziness; she fainted before she could enter the space.
Upon waking, she found herself lying in a shabby shack, a house temporarily pieced together with wooden planks, cluttered with various odds and ends, yet the bed was relatively clean and odor-free. Did someone bring her home?
