"Elder Long... I... can't hold on... anymore. From here... it's up to you... I divined it. There's still a chance to survive. You have to... keep going!"
Long Zhan clenched his fists hard. He had led this team all the way here, from two hundred people at the start to fewer than forty now...
One after another, they had all sacrificed their lives.
Things had been going smoothly, but unfortunately, a traitor had been hiding in their ranks for years.
That traitor had led them straight into the Ji Family's trap. They had been imprisoned for nearly a year now. Watching the people around him dwindle one by one was agonizing, yet there was nothing he could do...
Meanwhile, the Ji Family's human experimentation continued without a hitch. Their superior physical condition had even made them the first choice for the Ji Family's experiments.
Long Zhan looked down in despair as Feng Qing's junior brother stopped breathing in his arms. He couldn't understand where that chance of survival could possibly lie...
He had no idea how Huaguo was doing now. Could it still fight off the zombies? Were his... disciples still safe?
Just then, a sliver of light suddenly appeared in the gloomy dungeon.
The rusty gate creaked open.
A man dressed in traditional Han clothing slowly descended the steps.
"Master, how has your health been lately?"
"I don't deserve to be called your master," Long Zhan answered with a cold snort.
"Please don't say that. Without you, how could I have become who I am today? You could say that everything you're suffering now was brought about by your own hand, Master," Ji Wujing said slowly.
When his family had first found him and wanted to bring him back to the country, they had learned about his master and