"It should be."

"What does it mean it should be?"

"I'm not sure either."

"Only seven corpses?"

"There are still more than a thousand dead soldiers, and those people are survivors of the refugee camps."

"It's a big game, when do you plan to start?"

"Originally, we were planning to take action today, but now we have to postpone it." Feng Jingyu finished, "I've told you so much, can I save my life?"

"Last question, what are you going to do when you get out of here?" Qin He stood up and asked.

Feng Jingyu's eyes lit up for an instant, but then dimmed again, and he said: "I don't know, if I get out alive from here, the White Lotus Sect will definitely regard me as a traitor. I think the only way is to retire from the world."

"Very good, I'll come back after dark. If I'm not too busy, just pretend you're not in pain and don't put on your clothes again." Qin He patted his clothes and turned around to leave.

In fact, Qin He was not very interested in what the White Lotus Sect wanted to do. It was a troubled time anyway, so he came here just to wander around.

"Wait a minute, do you have some healing medicine? I feel like I can't bear it any longer." Feng Jingyu requested.

"have."

Qin He nodded.

Last time I was rewarded with a Jinchuang Pill. A little pinch of it was enough to recover from his injuries.

At this time, I saw him putting his hand under his armpit, shaking it left and right, rubbing it up and down, and pinched out a small ball as big as a soybean, and put it to his mouth: "Eat it."
Chapter completed!