At the door of the cabin, Zhao Wuji held Ma Hongjun's shoulder tightly. Ma Pang, who was so powerful that he was in pain, writhed and struggled to get rid of Zhao Wuji.
When Lao Zhao heard the news of Tang San's resurrection, his rough face was full of horror, and his eyes revealed disbelief.
How could it be? How could Tang San come back to life? The little boy was burned to ashes in front of him. How can he resurrect his ashes when they are raised by him?
Zhao Wuji yelled at the fat chicken.
"What did you just say? Tang San has come back to life again? What the hell is going on!"
"Pain! Pain! Pain! Miss Zhao