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Click, click!
In the darkness, the shadow of a figure was like a child that had just learned to walk, unable to fully control its own body.
Its body twisted, wandering aimlessly, stumbling over obstacles without knowing how to get past them, only to fall and get back up again, making crackling noises.
"Didn't he already die?"
Roger looked at Beech.
Beech nodded in astonishment, "I swear, as soon as that monster rushed into the room, his neck was crushed, not to mention the impact that followed..."
"No ordinary person could survive that."
A hint of solemnity crossed Tangde's eyes.
"When he was slammed against the wall, half of his head was flattened, but now..."
Not far away, the figure stumbling in the darkness was none other than Gale, who should have been dead.
"This is too bizarre, a corpse resurrected and all injuries before death healed—what on earth is going on?"
Michelle quickly searched in her mind.
"Gale!"
Tangde suddenly shouted loudly.
