"It's over, Tang Xiaobao is courting death."

"It's so heavy, it will crush people into meat patties."

"Ah, Master, come out quickly, don't."

Many voices were heard in the crowd.

Tang Xiaobao is the pride of Bazhong people.

In Bazhong, probably 80 percent of the people are his fans.

Even if not, I still have a good impression of him. After all, he has not forgotten his roots and has brought great changes to his hometown, benefiting many people.

No one wants to see anything happen to him.

But the current situation is destined to crush him to death.

Tang Xiaobao also had the same feeling. He regretted it. If he had known earlier, he would have saved Yaoyao directly by teleporting without caring about shocking the world.

But it's too late to say anything now.

His forehead was covered in sweat and his face was red. He was bent over and fell to his knees on the ground. His body was shaking violently and he was obviously dying.

Someone started crying.

More people wanted to come and help him.

The crowd rushed over and tried to lift the shelf, but they couldn't do it no matter what.

Are you kidding me, man, can you lift this thing?

Tang Xiaobao wanted everyone to leave quickly, but he couldn't speak. He was so anxious.

It doesn’t matter if I die, I can’t drag so many people down with me.

At the critical moment of life and death, suddenly, he felt an extra power in his body.

Then he felt a lot of pressure on his shoulders lifted.

He was a little confused.

But the next second, he understood.

This power must have been left in his body by the Hercules Zhang Xiaohua.

He just couldn't understand why he hadn't appeared before.

But that doesn't matter anymore. What matters is that he can now bear this heavy burden.

The crowd was still surrounding him, everyone looked concerned and anxious like ants on a hot pan. Several girls also ran over and started crying.