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Chapter 71 Is It Too Late To Run Now? --- “Help… me…” Ji Yanqing had clutched at Feng Yimo’s clothes and cried for a long time, until he had no tears left, until his voice was raw, until he was utterly spent. He didn’t know when he had fallen asleep. When he awoke, the sound of Feng Yimo softly calling his name still echoed in his ears. As a Corpse King, Feng Yimo possessed formidable healing abilities and immense stamina, yet he was remarkably clumsy when it came to coaxing someone. Aside from repeatedly promising to help, all he could do was say his name, over and over again, as if the mere act of speaking it could banish all fear and sorrow. Ji Yanqing didn’t mind his awkward attempts at consolation. When he finally pulled away from Feng Yimo’s embrace, Feng Yimo woke up instantly. Ji Yanqing avoided his gaze. Even knowing that Feng Yimo held special feelings for him, the act of breaking down and crying in someone’s arms was still dee...

Chapter 70 Wasn’t Ji Yanqing too careless with these Corpse Kings? --- Under the assault of the night and the blizzard, the great pit had lost its daytime fairytale quality, replaced by a raw and brutal ugliness, like a hideous scar where flesh had been gouged out. Far from the central camp, on the edge of the pit where the wind and snow howled, Ji Yanqing’s group stood motionless in the darkness. Staring at Ji Yanqing’s earnest face, Xia Shen Shu and the others, who had just fired off three consecutive “what’s,” nearly choked on their own breaths. A moment ago, they were thinking that even if Ji Yanqing told them there was a Corpse King in their team, they wouldn’t be surprised. In the span of a single breath, he had told them not only that there was a Corpse King, but that there were three of them. Their minds went blank. They even forgot to breathe. As they forgot to breathe, the blood seemed to slow in their veins, and a suffocating pain...