"I'll die in your place!"
...
The sky was overcast with dense clouds.
The ground was swept by a howling gloomy wind.
Zhang Shan and Lu Yang lifted a stone slab and came to the riverbank, splashing water to clean the mud off the slab.
"Sigh, in the real world, I've become a team leader, a leader.
"Here in the dream realm, I still have to do this kind of laborious work."
Lu Yang grinned.
"Who the hell isn't experiencing this!
"The disparity in status is quite big, haha."
As the two chatted and joked, they suddenly saw the door of a nearby thatched hut opening.
Their master, Round Stone Ancient Immortal, was tightly wrapped in a dirty, greasy robe, stumbling towards them.
They dared not speak, only exchanged glances.
What was happening?
They had never seen Ancient Immortal in such a state!
As Ancient Immortal approached, they were shocked to see that one of his eyeballs had fallen out of its socket, hanging by a thin black tube, dangling on his face.
