When he crawled over Lei Hu's corpse, his entire body was stained a deep red by the blood, lying on the ground like a Blood Corpse.
As Gao Zhiming advanced, the others retreated, and by the time he reached the snakeskin bag containing Anna again, they had already backed up to the stairway entrance.
Lying on the ground, Gao Zhiming once again shielded Anna, pointing his small knife at the others, his hoarse voice slowly echoing in the quiet surroundings. "Who dares to touch her!"
Incredibly, these dozen or so adults seemed to be overpowered by the aura of a nine-year-old child at this moment.
Gao Zhiming's vision had started to blur, and he felt his head spinning with drowsiness, but he couldn't sleep, for if he did there would be no one left to protect his sister.
Suddenly, he felt a pair of gentle hands lift him from behind, leaning him against a fragrant, soft body.
Gao Zhiming recognized the scent; it was his sister's, she had awakened.
