Gao Yao nervously glanced back at the others still asleep. Since Yi Xiaochuan had been sentenced to work on the Great Wall, he was not locked up with him.
Yet even this cramped, dilapidated thatched hut was packed with more than a dozen people. All manner of foul odors assaulted his nose, and he did not want to stay in this hellhole for another second.
Seeing no sign that anyone else was waking up, Gao Yao took a syringe from the small auxiliary storage space gifted by the Chat Group.
It contained a mysterious liquid as blue as the sky, and it looked extraordinary.
The needle was a little too large, though. It would probably hurt terribly going in, easily bringing back the fear of being dominated by injections.
For the sake of going home, escaping this hellhole, and seeing his adorable little sister again, a fierce glint appeared in Gao Yao's eyes as he plunged it into his arm.
He bit down on his lip, and the pain of that instant quickly faded.
He injected the medicine into his body, and it soon took effect. The sensation of his entire body being torn apart flooded his mind.
Gao Yao clutched his heart. He realized it had never beaten as fast as it did now, while every bone in his body tingled and itched, as though thousands upon thousands of ants were gnawing at them.
Even the blood in his veins seemed to have turned into raging rivers.
A laborer beside him suddenly heard the noises coming from his direction. When he turned his head, he saw Gao Yao's whole body trembling. That silhouette looked utterly terrifying.
"Hey, Gao Yao, what's wrong? Are you having an episode?"
That anxious shout woke the others in the thatched hut as well.
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