In the underground hall, the lamplight flickered, and countless coffins lay scattered in disarray. In one corner of the hall, Zhang Xiaohua stood quietly. He was truly exhausted—not physically, but in his heart.
After looking around the somewhat chaotic hall, Zhang Xiaohua walked over to Xiao Juzi. Though the underground hall gave no indication of the hour outside, Zhang Xiaohua knew clearly that midnight was not far off. Even if he could take Xiao Juzi out now, he would soon fall into a deep sleep. It was the bitter cold of midwinter outside. His own body could naturally withstand it, but how could Xiao Juzi?
Therefore, Zhang Xiaohua looked around, then walked straight to the few remaining jade coffins that still had lids. He reached out and lifted one lid, jumped inside, replaced it, closed his eyes, and began cultivating.
The next day, when Zhang Xiaohua woke, he did not hurriedly climb out of the coffin. He first used his divine sense to inspect the entire underground hall, then probed upward toward the surface. There was nothing unusual. This hall was presumably an important place within the gang; without the Lord's orders, no one would dare disturb it rashly.
Just as Zhang Xiaohua was about to extend his divine sense farther, waves of fighting and killing suddenly reached his ears.
A smile appeared on Zhang Xiaohua's lips. Yu Deyi had indeed brought back reinforcements from Lu Town.
His divine sense stretched out like a bolt of silk. At the front gate of the manor, over a hundred government soldiers wielded Weapons as they shouted and attacked the manor alongside more than a dozen big men in tight-fitting clothes. Within the manor, several dozen gang members holding Weapons were desperately resisting. Zhang Xiaohua saw that Brother Zhang, Lao Qi, and the