Zang Yi said calmly: "Brothers and sisters, since we received training in Zang swordsmanship, our greatest hope is to see the sun tomorrow morning, right?"

"yes!"

The eyes of the young men hiding the swords were filled with the light of memories.

yes!

They are dead soldiers!

So, be prepared to die at any time!

Zangyi looked up into the void, his cold face full of emotion: "So, we all thought that we were a soulless puppet, a cold murderous puppet. We are human, but we have no soul, no heart, no tomorrow, no

Hope, no expectation, a dead man without humanity!"

"Is it right?"

"right!"

"We had no nostalgia for this world, right?"

"right!"

"We used to only think that this world is dark and cold, right?"

"right!"

"We used to think that after we die, no one in this world will remember us...right?"

"right!"

Zang Yi’s question aroused the pain in the hearts of the young men with hidden swords!

Their fists were clenched and their eyes were heavy!

Yes!

This is what they used to be!

The once living dead!
Chapter completed!