Yang Jian looked at the old red makeup box in his hand. Although he planned to attempt the resurrection of Ah Hong, he was very clear in his heart that Ah Hong was already dead, and Li Jun was unlikely to be drawn again. The two of them had exerted their utmost effort to take down an opponent's King and a small team.
"Actually, I bear a lot of responsibility for this outcome. If I weren't a paper person, Li Jun and Ah Hong wouldn't have died. Although I tried to persuade them midway, Li Jun's character was just like that, and I couldn't stop him." At this moment, Leuk San's paper person spoke with a hint of guilt.
"There's no point in saying this now." Yang Jian was now looking at the vast sea in the black night.
His ghost eye peered, extending for dozens of kilometers, yet he found no trace of any supernatural remnants.
