After breakfast, just as Su Yang was about to go upstairs, a feeble knocking sound came from the door.
"Coming!" Qi'er ran over from the kitchen to open the door and suddenly exclaimed, "Uncle Fang, what... what happened to you?"
Su Yang turned his head to look and saw Master Fang staggering in, leaning against the wall. He had barely entered the room when he collapsed to the ground, passing out.
Master Fang had a massive wound on his chest, his flesh was a mangled mess, and it looked horrifying. That he had managed to make it here alive with such a wound was already a miracle.
Master Fang was currently working for Su Yang. Who would be so bold as to seriously injure him like this?
Su Yang took Master Fang to the third floor and, after examining him personally, found that Master Fang's injuries were far worse than they appeared on the surface.
A powerful force within his body rampaged relentlessly, as if intent on tearing all his internal organs to shreds.
