The words fell.
Except for Jiang Wei.
Wei Banmeng, Chu Kuanglan, and Lu Jiuyuan, although their auras had not yet fully calmed and their faces still bore the fatigue of battle,
when they saw the movements of Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei, they immediately stood up, supporting themselves with their bodies, without any extra questions.
Just as Fang Qingyu and the others were about to step away from this blood-soaked and chaotic place,
a hand, stained with blood and dirt, suddenly reached over.
The hand held a bulging tactical bag made of Life Ghost Skin.
Fang Qingyu paused slightly in his steps and looked up.
It was that tall and thin young man, his complexion still pale at this moment, but his eyes bore a kind of awkward determination.
He avoided Fang Qingyu's gaze, his line of sight falling on the pile of Life Ghost remains beside him, and spoke with a somewhat stiff voice: "Take it."
Fang Qingyu didn't move.
