Late at night, a high-speed train arrived in Su City, and the people of the Dragon Gate Martial Arts School quietly carried a person wrapped in black cloth out of the station.
"Ah..."
Lying in the back seat, Long Zhixin's face began to show black lines, flesh below the neck, patches of black spots covered his body, skin oozing black liquid.
The journey from Zhonghai City to Su City takes no more than an hour at most, but Long Zhixin's condition was deteriorating rapidly, and he seemed on the brink of death.
The people of the Dragon Gate Martial Arts School were rushing Long Zhixin to the school.
In the middle of the night, the entire Dragon Gate Martial Arts School was brightly lit; everyone had gotten up, and they were gathered in the hall, waiting for Long Zhixin to return.
Long Tianze, in a long robe, stood with a grim look on his face, holding the Bible, quietly awaiting Long Zhixin's return.
