Seventy to eighty people huddled closely in the room, resting in the Totem's healing glow. After a night of raids, everyone had some injuries, more or less.
"So comfortable!"
Ye Yongqiang leaned against the wall with a look of contentment, feeling more comfortable in the Totem's light than soaking in a hot bath after being utterly exhausted.
Chang Yi tapped his leg, saying with disdain, "Move your leg a bit."
"Does it still hurt?"
Zhu Xin Xue squatted beside and curiously poked at Zhu Wenwu's chest, asking.
Zhu Wenwu leaned against the wall, replying irritably, "If you had less strength, maybe it wouldn't hurt."
After realizing Zhu Wenwu wouldn't die, Zhu Xin Xue relaxed completely, stretching her head out the window to observe the decaying, blackened fleshy remains stuck to the wall:
"The flesh left by that monster seems more like some inorganic material, similar to asphalt."
Su Changxing stared at Zhu Xin Xue for a moment, feeling something was amiss, and said:
