Chapter 346 Xiaozhi is dead "Look carefully!" Wu Jinqiang leaned close to Han Zichu's ear and whispered. Han Zichu took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. She slowly raised her head, opened her eyes, and moved upwards little by little. When she finally saw the scene above her head clearly, her heart suddenly shrank and she almost screamed again. I saw the body of a pioneer warrior hanging above my head, hanging upside down on the ceiling in a strange posture. Its head was facing downwards, and its twisted neck looked like a dead branch that had been violently broken. What was even more terrifying was that the eyes had actually left the face and were swaying in the air, staring directly at Han Zichu. Han Zichu subconsciously covered his chest, his heart beating wildly in his chest. "Scared me!" At this moment, Wu Jinqiang's eyes were as cold as a knife, staring at the darkness ahead. "Who knows what's going on in there? You must not yell or you might alert the enemy! Be quiet!"
"Okay... okay! I understand." The two figures continued to move slowly forward in the dark ruins. As the two continued to go deeper, a faint light suddenly appeared in the darkness ahead. At the same time, a slight noise came from the direction of the light, as if something was moving. Wu Jinqiang's brows were furrowed: "That noise ahead... is most likely from Dezhi!" "Then let's go over and take a look!" "Don't worry, be careful." Then, they cautiously approached the direction of the light. However, when Wu Jinqiang and Han Zichu saw the situation in the room, their pupils dilated instantly, and the scene before them hit their hearts hard. "Virtue...Virtue and wisdom..." Han Zichu covered his mouth tightly with his hands. Wu Jinqiang's eyes were fixed on the scene in the room: "Yang Xiaochun?" Inside the room, Dezhi was lying on the ground with a sharp piece of iron deeply inserted into his back. Blood was gushing out of his wound, staining the surrounding ground red. His face was as pale as paper and his breathing was weak, as if it might stop at any time. Dashachun was squatting beside Dezhi, holding tightly in both hands the piece of iron inserted into Dezhi's back. At the same time, Dashachun heard the voices of Wu Jinqiang and Han Zichu and turned his head suddenly. The three people's eyes met instantly, and a suppressed tension filled the air. Wu Jinqiang stared at Dashachun: "Yang Xiaochun, what did you do to Xiaozhi?"
Dashachun's face turned pale instantly, and he quickly let go of his hand: "No...no...I didn't..." His voice was intermittent, but he didn't know where to start. At this time, Han Zichu's eyes quickly swept over Dezhi's body, and seeing his weak breath and pale face, his heart suddenly tightened. "Stop talking! Let's check on Dezhi's condition first! He is seriously injured, we can't delay any longer!" Wu Jinqiang nodded. "Look for the Carmelite beads on him!" After he finished speaking, he and Han Zichu quickly rushed to Dezhi's side. At this moment, the air around seemed to be frozen, so oppressive that it made people breathless. "Xiaozhi, Xiaozhi!" Wu Jinqiang was extremely anxious. He rushed to Dezhi and carefully checked Dezhi's injuries with both hands. Dezhi's face was as pale as paper, completely bloodless, with beads of sweat the size of beans rolling down his forehead. The sharp iron piece was more than half a meter long, flashing a cold light in the dim light. It ruthlessly penetrated straight into Dezhi's back, and the insertion point was exactly where the heart was. At the same time, Han Zichu suppressed her inner grief and fear, quickly squatted down, and eagerly searched for the Carmelite beads on Dezhi's body. Her hands quickly searched through Dezhi's small bag. Finally, after a moment, her fingers touched the Carmelite beads. "Found it, found it!" Han Zichu shouted excitedly. She quickly handed the beads to Wu Jinqiang. However, Wu Jinqiang suddenly seemed to be under a spell and stood there in a daze, with an extremely empty look in his eyes. He did not reach out to take the bead. Han Zichu's smile froze on her face in an instant, and fear quickly spread throughout her body like a tide. "what happened?" "Don't sleep... Don't sleep?" Wu Jinqiang hugged Dezhi tightly, his arms trembling slightly due to the force. "Xiaozhi, are you teasing me again? Ah? Wake up, don't joke with me like this!" Han Zichu stood aside, his heart suddenly tightened, and an ominous premonition came to his mind. She quickly squatted down and touched Dezhi's pulse with trembling fingers. It wouldn't have mattered if she hadn't touched him, but when he did, it was like a bolt of lightning from the blue that hit her, and she froze in place as if she had been struck by lightning. After a while, Han Zichu slowly came back to her senses, her lips trembling uncontrollably: "Dead...dead?" She widened her eyes and stared at Dezhi's pale face. "Dezhi is dead?" she murmured again. She couldn't believe what she saw. How could he be dead in the blink of an eye?
However, the only response she got was dead silence. The whole room suddenly became eerily quiet. After a moment, Dashachun seemed to have recovered from his extreme shock. He stretched out his finger, which trembled slightly, and gently placed it on Dezhi's nostrils. His eyes were wide open and he stared at Dezhi, not daring to breathe. "Is this... is this really dead?" After hearing Dashachun's words, Wu Jinqiang's hands, which were originally tightly holding Dezhi, suddenly stiffened, as if they were hit by an electric current. He slowly put Dezhi down. Then, he suddenly raised his head, his eyes filled with endless murderous intent, staring straight at Dashachun. Seeing this, Dashachun felt a chill on his back instantly, and cold sweat kept coming out from his forehead and back. He just felt a chill rushing from the soles of his feet to his forehead. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something to ease the tense atmosphere, but his throat seemed to be blocked by something. Before he could say a word, Wu Jinqiang stood up quickly. He suddenly stretched out his right hand, the veins on his hand bulging with force, and tightly grasped Dashachun's collar. Without saying a word, he exerted force with his arms and lifted Dashachun up. Dashachun's feet were off the ground and his body was dangling in the air. His face was full of fear and his hands were waving wildly in the air. "Qiang...Brother Qiang..." Dashachun had just uttered these two words and hadn't finished speaking. Wu Jinqiang's eyes were wide open with anger, and he suddenly raised his right hand. "Snapped" He slapped Dashachun hard on the face. The slap was so powerful that Dashachun's face instantly became red and swollen, and five clear finger marks were clearly visible. "What on earth happened?" Wu Jinqiang's face was bulging with blue veins. He gritted his teeth and said, "Did you do this to Dezhi?!" (End of this chapter)