Burial Mound, Trauma

In the blink of an eye, a few days had passed. Wang Xuewen and Jian Chongying recovered well during that time, especially Wang Xuewen. Except for a bit of psychological trauma, he was unharmed.

It was just that Jian Chongying's arm was still wrapped in bandages. After confirming that he could fly, everyone left Yongning County.

Compared with their arrogance when they first came, these brats could now be said to be very obedient when they went back, especially Wang Xuewen, who seemed like a completely different person.

Although he had slept for a day or two, he hadn't lost his memory. The thought of the two strange faces that had grown out of his back before still scared Wang Xuewen witless and made his legs turn to jelly.