"Before dying, I perished together with that bastard. These 100 Wuyou coins should be a reward for killing him." Sun Erlang was by no means foolish, and after a brief recollection, he inferred the origin of the Wuyou coins on him.
"What exactly did we just experience?" Wang Xuanba shivered and subconsciously touched his chest, as if the penetrating wound still existed.
"Was it a dream? But the feeling of dying seemed too real." Wang Xuanba muttered.
Sun Erlang stared at the lines of text in front of him, attempting to find more useful information.
Unfortunately, besides the sentences themselves, there was no other explanation.
"It seems that we have to figure it out ourselves." Sun Erlang had a somewhat grim expression.
At this time, Yue Zhenwei suggested, "Why don't we go back to the boundary where we encountered the Doghead Demon Beast and see the situation?"
