185, Footprints

In the dark night, Han Tong, wearing a conical hat, shattered the layers of snow curtains.

As he sprinted, a giant dragon seemed to whirl around him, involuntarily pulling snowflakes into its air stream, transforming them into a tornado trailing behind him.

Chen Ji followed closely behind, the buzzing in his ears deafening. Blood streamed down his forehead, soaking half of his face, the blood mixed with dirt distorting his features into a fierce mask.

The explosion at Bamboo Garden had been too fierce, so fierce that his innards were still burning painfully.

Chen Ji was not a professional blaster and had no clear concept of the power of gunpowder. All he knew was that he had to delay Yun Yang and Jiao Tu to prevent them from interfering with Liang Gou'er's jailbreak.

As for whether he himself would die in the blast, whether Liang Gou'er would seek revenge afterward, or whether Han Tong would accidentally kill him, he did not care.