My heart clenched when I saw Du Yunting collapse.
Had the bastard suffered some internal injury?
The kind that looked like nothing on the outside, but had actually left him at death's door?
Was Huang Wenlong actually a martial arts master?
Then what about Song Xiaotian and Wang Jun?
Even if those two were done for, they could at least have screamed to let me know.
I hesitated for two seconds, then hurried inside and rushed over to Du Yunting.
He seemed to be alive, but he was very weak, and his right hand was still twitching.
"Hey! What's wrong with you?"
"Where are Song Xiaotian and Wang Jun?"
Du Yunting glanced at me and raised his hand with great difficulty to point farther inside. But before he could say anything, he suddenly passed out.
Startled, I hurriedly reached out to check his breathing.
The moment I did, my expression changed drastically.
He was dead...
Du Yunting... Lü Zhengxian... was dead!
Shit, what about Song Xiaotian?
Fear immediately gripped me. It wasn't anything else I was afraid of-I was afraid something had happened to Song Xiaotian too!
I quickly pulled out my knife and formed the Dao Finger gesture.
If Wang Jun had been the only one inside, I would have turned around and left.
But I couldn't abandon Song Xiaotian.
He had saved me so many times and helped me so much. We were brothers who had faced death together.
Fuck! Fuck!
I'm going in, even if it kills me!
Gripping my knife, I charged straight into the Villa.
"Dui, Eight Gates Method, bewilder the..."
Before I could finish the incantation, the moment I ran into the Villa, a knife pressed against my neck. Its icy touch scared me into swallowing the last word.
I froze in place, staring