That night, Jiang Feng slept very poorly.
He dreamed. He dreamed of the little beggar, Liu Tong, Xiaorou, and many, many other people, all lying fallen in pools of blood. He stood right in the middle of it all, gazing at the scene before him, howling in helpless despair...
"Ah!" Jiang Feng bolted awake with a start. The moment he opened his eyes, he saw Liu Zhendong standing in his room, looking around inquisitively.
Chapter 85