[69 Book Bar - www.] In a daze, blood splattered everywhere, and the final scene was of the boy sliding slowly to the ground along the black door, with fear and resentment in his eyes.

On the black door, the bright red blood drops have not yet solidified, slowly flowing down, drawing a strange pattern, which is exactly the same as the symbol of the undead——

Blood-stained rose——

"Lingxun, Lingxun, are you okay?" Xitong looked nervously at Lingxun, who was staying where he was, and asked anxiously.

Because he was standing very close to the gate, the young man's blood splashed onto Lingxun's face. The bright red color reflected on Lingxun's fair skin, like a plum blossom in the winter snow, with a beautiful color. That warmth

The touch made Lingxun shiver.

"Lingxun, are you okay? Don't scare me." Xi Tong shook Lingxun.

"Ah -" Lingxun turned around sharply, grabbed Xitong's hand, and asked urgently: "Xitong, is he dead? Is he dead?"

Xitong looked in the direction of the young man and said nothing.

Lingxun's pupils shrank suddenly, and his hands involuntarily grasped Xitong.

"Haha, kids, don't be nervous, don't be nervous, my gun doesn't go off often." The man with a golden mask standing on the high platform smiled and wiped his gun, and said with a smile.

Everyone standing below was as silent as ice, looking at the golden-masked man with fear on their faces.

"Now that everyone is here, you should all know what kind of organization the Undead is. It is a training institution for the armament ministries of various countries, but it is not affiliated with any country. Of course, our training methods are different from those of the regular army. I see that everyone is tired today.
Chapter completed!