"Hehe! Interesting, it's getting more and more interesting!"
Yang Yan suddenly laughed:
"Listening to your tone, I'm afraid there are quite a few people from the real world involved, right?"
"Your ideas are really ahead of the times! You even managed to collaborate with people from the real world on such matters."
Just as Yang Yan was trying to get more information from Charles about who held the rest of the Origin, a person bound on a stone bed below suddenly let out a heavy sigh.
Upon hearing the sudden sigh, the hairs on Yang Yan's body stood on end.
It was his first time experiencing death so closely.
"Splat..."
With a bizarre sound, Yang Yan looked incredulously at his own abdomen.
At this moment, blood was gushing out from it.
Behind him, a man wrapped in bandages stood there alone.
Seeing the blood on the man's right hand, Yang Yan's pupils shrank.
"What are you?"
He asked coldly.
