Chapter 112: Presenting the Salute!

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“Don’t ask anything. If you want to live, follow us.”

Zhang Liang pulled out the keys he had found in the room near the door and began unlocking the iron gates one by one.

“Hurry, support each other. We don’t have much time.”

Wan Xiaoling repeated this several times in both Chinese and English. No one knew when the bodies in the corridor would be discovered; they had to move quickly.

“I—I can’t walk. It hurts so much…”

A man lay on the ground in pain, the gauze around his abdomen soaked through with fresh blood. He had just been treated yesterday.

Suddenly, Yang felt a blankness overwhelm him. It was all too sudden, and whether it was from shock or something else, the sensation left him dizzy and disoriented.

Perhaps there were other options, but only under the strict supervision of the master, or maybe only certain elite disciples could enjoy such privileges.

Gu Zhanyi drove like a storm on the road, exuding an air of dominance. He had run countless red lights, drawing many angry shouts and curses from others. Finally, they reached the nearest hospital. Holding Wusi, he sought out a doctor, but after the doctor took over, he was told to wait outside.

After leaving here, Li Yun took Li Hong for a stroll on the back mountain for the entire afternoon. Only when Li Hong was completely satisfied did they return to the clan.

“If something’s wrong, why not speak up clearly when I’m here? Then you wouldn’t have to endure this. This is clearly bullying. People said, if it really doesn’t work today, and if I’m free, I’ll come over to see. I know some people in your village do bully others.”

After the wound treatment, Dongfang Yi, following the old beggar’s instructions, covered himself with a large quilt and fell asleep immediately, preparing to enter the withered tomb again tonight. Having circulated the True Qi of the Great Cycle, the old beggar looked back at Dongfang Yi with a slight upward curve in his lips and a hint of approval in his eyes.

But then he thought of something else—the demons on the other side were even more formidable. Yang Tian suddenly realized a more terrifying possibility: what if the beings crossing over from that side were demons, and not just any demons, but top-tier experts? What then?

Ren Youjun turned around, cradling my head in his arm. “Good attitude! I’ll forgive you this time!” After saying this, the two locked eyes again.

The Dog Clan’s strong warriors were not to be outdone. They assumed the form of the heavenly dog devouring the moon and unleashed their clan’s divine power. The surrounding petals were swallowed like the vast ocean, disappearing in an instant.

At this thought, Bai Lingxiao looked up at Ye Chu before him. Seeing his calm and confident expression, she couldn’t help but feel a deep jealousy and resentment.

“You really don’t care, my goodness.” Reid Patton turned around, full of disappointment, and sat down. Everything was completely different from what he had imagined.

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