“Reaching into the Bag” was, after all, “Reaching into the Bag.”
No matter how strong Officer Li's conviction was, he could never become a creator. Qi Xia picked up a few Dao from the ground, but in the next second, he was overcome by indescribable pain, and the Dao rolled onto the ground.
“Con man, you…”
Qiao Jiajin stepped forward to support Qi Xia, a look of confusion on his face. He had no idea what was wrong with Qi Xia; all he could see was him trembling and curled up. Yun Yao ignored Qi Xia, instead staring blankly at the two corpses beside Officer Li.
Although their faces were unrecognizable, hair and clothes burned away, those two builds were far too distinctive. One looked like a teenager, the other lean and wiry.
“No way…?”
Yun Yao's lips quivered.
“Were we… fighting and killing each other with them all along?”
“Idol, don't say that…”
Qiao Jiajin said softly.
“So Tian Tian bled herself dry with all her might… just to kill our own comrades…”
Yun Yao's eyes widened, her heart felt like ten thousand stampeding horses.
“Stop it…”