C787 If You Want to Die Send Them to Hell

Since leaving the Wind Bell Station, Dongfang Wang and his companions were noticeably different from the day before. Their spines were straight, the gloom on their faces had been swept away, and they often gathered in groups of three or four, laughing and joking together.

They would glance at Zhang Xing now and then, both intentionally and unintentionally, but none dared to hold his gaze