"Kill him!"
At those words...
Never mind Ou Lenzhang.
Even Yang Yong, Wang Ying, and the others were baffled.
Hadn't they been chatting perfectly well just now?
Why did they suddenly want to kill him?
Ou Lenzhang's expression changed drastically, his pupils contracting.
"No-!"
He jerked backward.
Boom!
A huge hole blasted open in the ground.
Countless deathly white paper ropes shot out from underground, instantly wrapping around him and dragging him into the hole.
Wang Ying reacted extremely quickly, rushing to the opening in an instant and slashing a fierce arc of blade light into it.
Unfortunately...
The hole was completely empty.
Something had come to the old man's aid, and he had vanished without a trace in an instant.
Just like that... he had escaped.
"Old Cao, you..."
Yang Yong frowned and was about to speak.
But Cao Xianming remained silent, his expression frighteningly grave.
Only after a long while did he slowly speak, his voice carrying a barely perceptible tremor:
"That guy gave me a very dangerous feeling."
"Even though he's half-crippled now, and Wang Ying could kill him with one slash."
"But that sense of danger was like having a tiger lying beside me. It chilled me to the core."
Yang Yong thought back carefully.
He hadn't felt that chill himself. Instead, a strange urge had faintly stirred within him-
He wanted to take Ou Lenzhang into the group, to give him shelter.
Yes, an urge.
Even when he had met the people from the Yangcheng No. 2 Middle School Convoy, even when Zhang Bihuang had shown such immense admiration...
He hadn't felt such a powerful urge to invite someone to join them.
Yet the moment this old man appeared, he couldn't help wanting to help him.
Cao Xianming's next words made Yang Yong's heart clench,