Tang Xiaohao limped along, muttering under his breath, "I keep feeling like... something's missing..."
"Ahem! Everyone, I've got something to say!"
He looked over and saw that everyone was utterly exhausted, which only confused him more.
That wasn't right. Just now... hadn't it only been one battle? It shouldn't have reached this point, right?
And why were they all covered in dust and dirt? They looked like yams dug straight out of the ground.
What... exactly was going on?
He had the feeling that he himself was also so tired he had no strength left anywhere.
Tang Xiaohao felt like... something wasn't quite right.
Lu Chengwen, Long Aotian, and Zhao Ritian lay in a row, their snores louder than the last.
Kong Yirou looked at the three of them and suddenly felt... these three were... so happy.
Everyone had rested for a while. Only Zhao Tuo had rested over here.
Zhao Tuo remembered everything.
The knife-carved character on his arm had already scabbed over slightly. He looked at the word "shame" on his arm, his thoughts heavy, and even his sleep was uneasy.
After resting briefly, Tang Xiaohao prepared to lead the team out.
He walked over and called to Long Aotian and the others, "Everyone, we need to set off."
Long Aotian waved dazedly. "Then set off. Good luck to you."
"Hm?" Long Aotian said, "You're not coming with us?"
Lu Chengwen groggily rolled over. "No. We want to live. You guys go die. May the wind be against you the whole way."
"No..." Tang Xiaohao said. "We're one team now! We need to... keep the same pace and act together!"
Zhao Ritian snapped irritably, "Get lost, get lost, get lost! Can't you see people are sleeping? Hurry up and get lost."
Tang Xiaohao said to Kong Yirou,