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The small town under the midnight had completely fallen silent. Survivors, after having a simple meal, teamed up with those they knew and found a room to sleep in. No one volunteered for patrol duty since Tang Zheng felt unwell and didn't handle the arrangements.
Given Dong Zixuan's character, she would naturally have offered to keep watch through the night, but after using the Golden Seed, she immediately fell into a deep slumber, so sound that not even acts of violence or torture could awaken her.
Cough, cough, Tang Zheng, lying in bed, failed to turn over in time and coughed up blood onto the sheet. He was exhausted but couldn't sleep, feeling muscle soreness and throbbing pain, with swelling in his limbs. The wounds on his body, unhealed, split open again, causing sharp, razor-like pains that constantly tore at his nerves.
