Three hundred thirty-five. Their strength

Lu Li was trying to help them;

they did not receive any help.

Lu Li prevented death from claiming their bodies;

they were already dead.

Lu Li saved them;

they were redeemed.

The Human-faced Worms surrounded Lu Li, seemingly aware of what was happening. The once hatred-filled resentment towards the living faded, and, inexplicably, they stared at Lu Li, who lay unconscious at the center.

They swarmed around Lu Li like a school of fish, eagerly rushing into the tightly-held sequence 1.

Even though he knew it was futile, Lu Li continued to do these things.

The little boy was trying his best to save every fish stranded on the beach.

He did not seek any reward, but the fish thanked him: they gathered together, and when the boy fell into the ocean, they spat out bubbles to keep him from drowning, and then lifted him above the water.

About a dozen arms supported Lu Li's back, and when there was no space left, new arms reached out to his arms, his legs, and the back of his head.