Chen Ye stumbled back home.
The wound on his abdomen tore with each breath, and he could clearly feel the slimy sensation of his intestines shifting.
From afar, he could see the doorway to his home where the Dark Old Man was pacing anxiously.
Seeing Chen Ye, he exclaimed, "Brother Chen!"
"Shh! Don't scare them."
Chen Ye pulled a wry grin, clutching his abdomen, and blood oozed through his fingers.
The pain surged throughout his body, like a tearing sensation, after the hot blood cooled.
"Damn it hurts!"
Chen Ye gritted his teeth.
Living a sheltered life in the past, when had he ever experienced such pain?
"Brother Chen, I told you Gao Ming was not someone you could face. Why put yourself through this? It's good you're alive, really good! That Taoist Zhang is like a leech that won't let go once he sets his eyes on you! You should flee now!"
The Dark Old Man quickly approached to support Chen Ye.
