Apocalypse Arrival - chapter 93

“This matter has nothing to do with you. Don’t meddle in,” Jiang Hongcai swallowed and tried to calm down.

“I’ll take care of him,” Jiang Chengzhu stomped, and an icy ridge quickly extended from the ground under his feet, and rushed all the way to Jiang Hongcai. The interlaced ice thorns flashed cold light and pointed at the three men savagely.

“I hated you when I was a child, especially your superficial and gentle, disgusting perversion.” Jiang Chengzhu sneered, and tilted his neck, “How about it, do you want to fight me, Teacher Xiaojiang?”

Jiang Hongcai’s face was red.

The companions around him persuaded him, “Teacher Xiao Jiang, we are not these people’s opponents. Chu Qianxun and Ye Peitian are very strong. Jiang Chengzhu should not be provoked. It is better that we retreat first and go to Sir Jiang, report the situation and make plans.”

Jiang Hongcai nodded, and the three of them slowly backed up a certain distance, turned and ran.

Chu Qianxun came to Tang Juan. He had one hand stroking several pendants hanging on his neck, while he grinned, and laughed, “That’s not bad, brothers, I’m coming to meet you too.”

He looked up at Chu Qianxun, pulled off his collar, and sneered, “Come on, don’t you want to kill me? I would rather die in the hands of outsiders like you.”

“Where is the demon? Where did it go?” Chu Qianxun asked him.

The smile on Tang Juan’s face disappeared. He sank his face and looked at her for a moment, then raised his chin to the northwest.

Chu Qianxun stopped paying attention to him, turned and left.

The figures of the three went away,

Tang Juan slowly got up and climbed to the side of a corpse that was cut off by the waist.

He struggled to drag the corpse’s leg over and put it together with the upper body.

The dead man with his eyes wide in disbelief still solidified on his fat white face before he died.

This person was Shi Deming who traveled with Chu Qianxun on the hunt for demons.

Tang Juan looked at him for a while, took off a pendant from his neck, hung it on his friend’s neck, and closed his eyes with his hands.

“Old Shi, you’ve been a good person all your life. Why do you have to fight for me with them at this time? We brothers saw all the troubles along the way. But you can rest assured, if I am not dead, I will always be happy to send that scum down to see you.”

Tang Juan began to dig the soil with his bare hands to bury his teammate.

For him, the pit that could be dug easily at the moment seemed very difficult.

Blood was flowing from the wounds all over his body, and he vomited a mouthful of blood every few times he dug, but he didn’t seem to care, stubbornly dealing with the soil under his hands.

The mud under Zhao Deming suddenly sank automatically, slowly forming a natural pit.

Tang Juan raised his head and saw Chu Qianxun and others. He did not know when the three of them returned.