Uncle Qin, in a last burst of energy, tightly gripped Huangfu Jingchen's hand and whispered, "Run, survive!"
"This dream wasn't too bad. Under our hands, the Antong Three Ghosts, you still want to run? Still want to live?" The Antong Three Ghosts laughed, their sinister, chilling laughter making one's skin crawl even in broad daylight. Moreover, their voices were identical, their height the same, and each was tightly covered up, making it impossible to tell who was laughing, who was speaking.
The Super First-class expert glared at the Antong Three Ghosts: "You... why didn't you... rescue me?"
If these three had come earlier, he wouldn't have been sliced in half by that soft sword.
At this moment, although he was still standing, he knew very well that only a small patch of skin at his right waist connected him; if he moved slightly, his entire body would separate from the legs.
