535 Wisdom, Martial Might, and Courage!
Xiao Qiu stared blankly at Zhang Guangmu. His pupils had already lost focus, yet the light in his eyes was frighteningly bright.
At that moment, Xiao Qiu was bleeding from all seven orifices and looked utterly miserable, yet he wore the expression of a dying man speaking from the heart. He pointed beyond the golden mist curtain. "If you absolutely have to go in, you'd better bring Chu Fan, Li Xiaoxiao, and Ling Xu with you. The four of you should stick together."
"Otherwise..."
Before he could finish, Xiao Qiu's breath stopped, and he died on the spot.
The truth was often revealed in the details.
Xiao Qiu had clearly been the mole who had suddenly launched a sneak attack on the team leader. Yet through his performance before death, he somehow caused the passengers in Carriage No. 10 to feel a heavy, oppressive atmosphere even after he died. One by one, they fell silent, none of them saying a word.
This strange atmosphere did not last long.
Ling Xu, who had lost a hand, began howling.
"Ahhh!"
"It hurts! It hurts so much!"
He had been too focused on whether Zhang Guangmu could block Xiao Qiu's sneak attack to notice the pain when his hand was severed in two. Now that he had come to his senses, his sluggish nerves began working again, and tears immediately streamed from his eyes.
Ling Xu's nose was running and tears poured down his face as he rolled around on the floor, leaving bloodstains all over the corridor. He twitched from time to time, looking utterly disgraceful, and showed every sign of howling with increasing enthusiasm.
Still, compared to wetting his pants, merely crying and shouting did not seem humiliating enough to make Ling Xu unable to