The ruins were collapsing, only leaving the house beams crisscrossed at skewed angles.
Under the remnants of broken walls and shattered tiles, bricks and shards ceaselessly rose up, as if burying an indestructible beast about to burst forth from the earth.
Amid the ringing in his ears, Chen Ji crouched low as he approached, withdrawing the short knife from his sleeve. He had made three bamboo tube firearms, one of which he threw to Jin Zhu, and the two remaining were to be used against Si Cao; now, without extra firearms, he could only use the knife to kill.
The next moment, a sudden explosion sent bricks scattering in every direction.
From the rubble, Shopkeeper Yuan stood up, forcefully supporting a thick wooden beam.
His hair disheveled, the golden crown was nowhere to be seen.
Shopkeeper Yuan's body was filled with shards of iron, blood and flesh on his face blurred together with dust and grime. His bright red satin robe hung in tatters, resembling a midnight demon.
