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"Really? How is that even possible?" Yi Ting was on the brink of madness, questioning why other people's luck turned out to be this good.
Under Yi Ting's incredulous gaze, the flesh at Zi Xin's head and neck stump started to slowly move. Within a minute, the brain pulp, gums, skull, and even hair had all regrown. The sight made Yi Ting, accustomed as she was to seeing corpses, feel a wave of nausea, a strong urge to vomit.
Zi Xin sat up, his face clouded with confusion, his memories gradually returning. This needed time.
"Zi Xin? Is it really you?" The molten steel in the stadium had lost control due to Zhuo Lie's death and had completely solidified. The entire area now bore the textured colors of metal reflecting the sunlight, exceptionally dazzling.
