Burial Mound, Jian Chongying Is Injured

After the quake, Wang Xuewen, Qi Hao and Jian Chongying in the secret room were terrified, fearing that something terrible had happened again.

They gasped for breath, unsure how long they had been running. Their legs were like lead and the soles of their feet were worn out and numb as if they didn't belong to them.

The faces of the three were extremely unsightly and they looked like they were about to collapse. They were usually all pampered young masters, and apart from eating and playing, when had they ever worked so hard?

Wang Xuewen had the worst physical strength here, and his face and lips had already turned white from all the excessive running around. "My god, I can't run anymore, I really can't run anymore! Let me die! I'll fight that damn thing!"

Wang Xuewen's eyes reddened as he spoke, and his face collapsed.