The following night.
A Miao, with only twenty-five action points left, called another meeting.
When her face appeared on the screens before them, everyone in the Xishu Divine Church was concerned about her.
"A Miao, what happened to you!"
Xiao Wu was actually in worse shape than A Miao.
His skin had been scalded, covered in swollen blisters and pus-filled sores, but he still snapped out of his inferiority complex at once and immediately asked about A Miao.
"Fuck, A Miao, Xiao Wu, what happened to you two? Did those bastards next door bully you?" Wu Xiangjiao said angrily.
Although Wu Xiangjiao had begun to hate women, he did not hate A Miao. He knew how hard things were for her.
Wen Xishu had only appeared a short time ago, just a few days, but people willing to share their shameful pasts with each other always became friends easily.
Just as Wen Xishu had done with Tang Rui, exchanging their pasts could rapidly bring two people closer.
"A Miao! Don't hurt yourself! These injuries won't carry over, but if you die in the Strange Tower, you'll die in reality too! You're not alone. You still have us!"
Wen Xiange was deeply distressed.
Wen Xishu even saw the Mental Barrage drifting above Wen Xiange's head.
He was genuinely somewhat surprised.
This figure who resembled a pyramid scheme ringleader was actually so different from the image he had imagined.
This man truly cared about these people.
A convict who had finished serving his sentence, a terminally ill woman, an idle petty thug who stole and pilfered, and a lecturer who, despite his own destitution, truly harbored great compassion.
These people had genuinely become one another's support in their despair.
Wen Xishu suddenly felt that it was somewhat unreal.
The people he had