This was a square.
But strangely, there were few people around.
The residents of the town seemed to have hidden themselves somewhere.
And in front of Yi Lin and Xing Fei.
Two robust men were eagerly waiting, as if they had been standing there for quite some time.
"It's them!"
Just as Xing Fei was about to make a move, a chilling voice suddenly sounded from behind him, "Don't move, or you die."
A sharp military dagger silently pressed against Xing Fei's neck, right at the carotid artery.
From afar.
Seventy-three emerged from the shadows, military dagger in hand, holding Xing Fei hostage.
Xing Fei, feeling the cool touch at his neck, dared not move an inch.
He had been careless.
He didn't dodge.
In this kind of situation, what should he do?
Although he still had a life-saving skill, he didn't want to use it unless it was absolutely necessary.
In an instant.
Xing Fei's thoughts whirled; in the trials, there were no absolute enemies, nor absolute friends.
