Qi Meng suddenly woke up, thinking someone was playing a prank.
But in the next instant, a shrill braking sound suddenly came from ahead.
The glaring headlights were so bright that it was nearly impossible to keep the eyes open.
No... No!!
Qi Meng quickly realized what was happening, but it was already too late...
Bang!!!
With a heavy crash, Qi Meng was thrown into the air, tracing a parabolic arc, before heavily hitting the ground.
She still clutched the parchment tightly in her hand, yet her body lay motionless, as blood slowly seeped from her, spreading on the ground.
"Ahhh! Ahhhhhhh!"
"Call an ambulance! Call an ambulance quickly!"
"It's over, it's all over!!!"
"What happened? What's going on?!"
The scene was in utter chaos.
...
In the game, at Yangshen Hall.
"They're fighting?"
"They've started fighting."
Zhuo Xueer frowned.
What was going on?
She had just come back with her people from the Martial Artist Gym that was completely decimated.
