Back during the dark tournament mission, Qu Muzhi's father's silver revolver left a deep impression on him; the man's terrifying strength was on display.
Two hours passed swiftly, and the shift changed. The Chamber of Commerce woman continued to rest. This time, Nalan Shuo and Jiang Qingluan stood guard at the cave entrance, while outside was a misty world, with shadowy figures wandering aimlessly like headless flies.
With no targets nearby to attack, these puppet-like creatures could only wander around blindly.
With Director Nalan on watch, Yang Xiao felt at ease. He crawled into his sleeping bag and fell asleep quickly, as if having a beautiful dream.
He was sleeping soundly, but was suddenly awakened with a heavy and swift smack, startling him almost to the point of jumping in place, thinking that the group of Japanese Apostles had broken in.
But then, a masked face appeared in front of him—it was undeniably Jiang Qingluan.
