——That young man swore revenge.
"Thank you..."
"If there's a chance, please avenge us, but first you must stay alive."
"You must live a long, healthy life, free from illness and disaster."
"I hope you can gain even greater strength and kill the guy behind all this."
"We will bless you from Hell."
"You must live well."
"..."
Every corpse was thanking him, blessing him.
He didn't react at all, simply letting his gaze sweep over each body, as if listening intently.
The giant skeleton whispered softly, "The technique binding them has ended, they have returned to the Netherworld."
Shen Ye still wasn't listening.
——All he could hear echoing in his ears was that one sentence:
"Find someone to have a little fun with him..."
Have a little fun.
He walked to the hotel lobby and stopped.
The real Shen Ye had died several days ago.
Chen Haoyu died.
Luo Feichuan died.
Tens of thousands of people in this district died——
