"AI!" A long sigh could be heard. This sound attracted the attention of those who had not died. It was impossible for them to notice the sigh. Wen Liren was currently examining his body, so the sound naturally could not have come from him. Everyone could not help but turn their heads to look in the direction of the sound. With a look, they realized that the person who had made the sound was actually Zhao Hai, who had been lying on the ground without any movement.
Zhao Hai slowly sat up. The wine-red color on his face had completely disappeared. He looked at the crowd with a bitter expression. It seemed like he was very regretful, but it also seemed like he was sighing. His expression was very complicated, and the crowd did not understand why.
