"Lu Cijian, if you don't wake up, I will never speak to you again."
Lu Cijian felt as if he had returned to the tower prison, to that place that terrified him.
A damp, dark, and cold atmosphere enveloped him. Before his eyes were scenes of murder, and blood flowed beneath his feet. No matter where he ran, he was surrounded by people fighting frantically.
The ground was littered with corpses and skeletons. He felt his legs go weak and his whole body was trembling.
But as he ran and ran, the scene before him remained unchanged: blood-soaked corpses, people frantically slaughtering everyone.
Upon seeing him, she became excited and rushed towards him.
He was so frightened that he hid everywhere, but those people had no intention of letting him go and continued to chase him.
Until he ran into a dead end.
The place was filled with piles of corpses, and the stench of decay mixed with the smell of blood permeated the air, making his legs weak. He didn't know what he stepped on, but he fell to the ground.
Those crazed people just started tearing at his body, and the pain instantly numbed him.
He felt pain all over his body, as if his limbs were about to be torn off alive.
The pain of impending death made him want to give up and go on.
The last time he experienced all of this, he had only one thought in his mind: he wanted to ask Song Bingcheng why he hadn't kept his promise.
But now, Song Bingcheng seems to be dead, he has gotten his answer, and it seems there is nothing left for him to know.
It hurt too much, and he didn't want to keep going.
That's it, let's just die like this.
He felt the scene before him completely blur, and all he could see was a mass of blood.
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