"Once it dies, this world will lose all meaning..."
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In a daze, Liu DongLi slowly opened his eyes.
He heard the sound of the train in motion, and in the faint shaking, the overhead light in the carriage illuminated his eyes.
He's still alive?
But why is his last memory the image of that bastard Huai Shi pulling out a gun and blowing his own head off?
When he finally reacted, he instinctively touched his head, finding it intact, without a hole or any strange things.
Moreover, his body... unexpectedly healthy.
The usual hidden pain and ailments were gone, even his hair had grown back, feeling incredibly thick, which he found a bit unaccustomed to.
"Second Brother, you're awake?"
Feng Ping's face leaned in, overlooking him, smiling: "Looks good, how do you feel?"
"Alright, just no strength..."
Liu DongLi sighed, looking around.
Unexpectedly, they finally caught him.
"Where are we going?"
