From above the ramparts, a cry of alarm was heard. A young man sprung open his eyes, pushing away the headless corpse in front of him. It was Shen Luo.
"Resurrected...again. Could it be..."
When he woke up again, the second time he saw that gruesome face smothered in blood, he was first astounded, then realized the fact: he appeared to have fallen back into that perilous nightmare.
"Roar ..."
The stench of blood surged forth abruptly, accompanied by noise ringing in his ears. Shen Luo quickly remembered something. His body immediately rolled to its left side, narrowly avoiding the oncoming gray wolf.
Before he could rise, he caught sight of a long narrow knife soaked in blood under the city wall not far from him. Taking advantage of the situation, he rolled once again, grabbing hold of the knife hilt and clutching the knife in his hand.
