"Save me, save me…"
"Save me, save me…"
Countless hands stretched out from the darkness like countless thorns and came toward Yan Liqiang from all directions. Yan Liqiang looked up. Within the dark mist where the hands came out from, there were sad and tear-streaked faces. There were men and women, old and young. These people were trying to grab him as they wailed and struggled in despair.
"How…?! How am I going to save you all…?!" Yan Liqiang yelled back at those people at the top of his lungs. "Tell me what happened…!"
The faces in the black mist seemed like they couldn't hear Yan Liqiang as they continued repeating, "Save me, save me…"
Countless hands were flying toward Yan Liqiang. The lingering black mist gradually pushed up against Yan Liqiang and more hands grabbed onto his body, making him feel suffocated. Yan Liqiang roared, "Who are you?! What is going on?!"
