"Brother Zheng!"
"Brother Zheng!"
"Brother!"
He called out several times, but the Mighty Man on his back gave no response. His body was rigid as he lay on Ruchen's back, as if in a deep sleep, but his breathing was faint and his face deathly pale.
Ruchen started to lower Zheng Xiu to check his injuries.
But a moment later, Ruchen froze.
As he was being lowered, the unconscious Zheng Xiu's hand shot out and seized the scroll on Ruchen's back in a death grip.
No matter how hard Ruchen pulled, he couldn't separate Zheng Xiu's hand from the scroll.
"If the scroll survives, I survive... If the scroll survives, I survive."
Ruchen muttered, repeating the parting words Zheng Xiu had entrusted to him.
He believed something must have happened to Zheng Xiu.
And he believed even more strongly that the senior who called himself "Zheng Baimei" wouldn't have appeared for no reason, and certainly wouldn't have sacrificed himself for no reason.
