"You? How, how did you?!" Zhong Kui stammered. Terrified beyond measure, he could not even form a complete sentence, and his legs had gone so weak he could no longer stand.
He was scared limp!
At the same time, a series of questions kept surfacing and vanishing in Zhong Kui's mind, throwing his thoughts into such chaos that his brain nearly shut down. His vision almost went black as he came close to passing out.
Chu Han!
The Chu Han who had slapped him across the face three times in front of tens of thousands of people at Nandu Base!
Why was he here?
How could he be here? How dare he be here?!
Don't fucking tell him the disaster at Jinyang Base had something to do with Chu Han!
Otherwise, Zhong Kui felt that even death would not bring him peace. Even if he died, he would be so furious that he might rise from the grave!
Chu Han watched Zhong Kui's loss of composure with amusement. His ears twitched slightly, then he flashed Zhong Kui a brilliant smile and pointed at the door. "General Zhong Kui, don't you think you should open the door, get some air, and breathe in some fresh air?"
Whoosh!
Zhong Kui's muddled thoughts abruptly froze. Then he stared blankly in the direction Chu Han was pointing before, as if possessed, taking a step toward the door and opening it.
Creak!
The door swung open, and a blinding shaft of light poured in.
It was the afternoon sunset, gradually giving way to night. It should have been the most comfortable and relaxing time of day, casting mottled splendor over the wildly growing plants outside in this post-apocalyptic world.
But there was nothing.
None of those beautiful sights remained.
In their place...
Was a courtyard