Of course, what he did not know was that his so-called Master was originally the conjuncture of the blood Qi Yuan had shed in the game.
In a way, it was Qi Yuan's blood clone.
Even though their appearances were different, he would see them as identical.
"My soul has died, but I am still alive," Qi Yuan said.
"Soul died? Person alive?" Zhao Yan was baffled.
Why didn't it make sense when I know all the words?
Qi Yuan glanced at the coffin, his face showing regret.
Now the plan had failed, and he could not lie in the coffin any longer.
"Let's go home," Qi Yuan said.
He was planning to continue Returning to Mortality at home.
Zhao Yan paused, his expression tense, "Master, you killed people from the Blood Tiger Gang, they won't let us go!"
Zhao Yan was very anxious.
In Yunxue City, apart from Thornblood and the Aristocrats, it was the factions like the Blood Tiger Gang that were the most powerful and ruthlessly exploited the lower class.
