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Thump—
A dull thud echoed as something heavy fell from above.
Wang Gang felt his body smashed into pieces, intense pain spreading throughout his entire body, his consciousness gradually dissipating. Even in his final moments, resentment filled his heart—he was not willing to die like this.
If he had another chance, he would definitely kill Ye Feng and not let himself end up in such a situation.
When Wang Gang's consciousness completely faded away, turning into a cold corpse,
a shadowy figure rushed to Wang Gang's side, exuding an ominous aura from its black robe.
The figure looked at Wang Gang's corpse, which hadn't yet closed its eyes, and a smile appeared on its lips, emitting a 'hehe' strange sound.
"It's been a long time since I've seen a corpse filled with such strong resentment; it would be perfect for practicing zombie-making."
The robed figure reached out with its decaying hand and grabbed Wang Gang's body, slinging it over its shoulder before leaving the scene.