"So Fu Sheng actually made so many helmets, and it seems each one has been used." Han Fei took off the first helmet, almost unable to hold it steady even with his strength: "The inner walls of the helmet are severely damaged, these solidified fragments should be flesh and blood, who did Fu Sheng give this helmet to?"
Han Fei was very curious to know who the unfortunate person was that, like him, had been targeted by Fu Sheng.
"Some helmets can still be opened normally, and they seem to have retained something inside. Would you like to try?" Du Jing looked at Han Fei kindly, though she was also quite curious herself.
"I..." Han Fei was not even afraid of hatred, yet he had a deep psychological shadow towards the mysterious game helmets.
After hesitating for a long time, Han Fei still decided to give it a try.
