Heavily falling onto the pile of white ash, Zhu Wenwu felt as if all his bones had come apart, like being disassembled and reassembled.
"Ha, still not dead, huh."
He wiped his face, covered in fresh blood, and the white ash on his hand quickly turned red and dissolved.
The sky was filled with thick smoke, and the air was permeated with a foul smell, like the burning of rotten rat carcasses.
"Brother Su, are you okay?"
He turned to look at Su Changxing beside him.
"······"
Su Changxing lay on the ground with closed eyes, unresponsive, his breath faint and fleeting.
Zhu Wenwu slowly climbed up from the ground, intense pain emanating from his entire body, his brain extremely exhausted.
At this moment, he only wanted to fall into a deep sleep.
He feebly lifted Su Changxing's body, stepping forward one step at a time, leaving bloody footprints on the white ash-covered ground with his bare feet.
