Su Yue’s face was stiff, his heart pounding.
No breath.
No sign of life.
This is...death.
Although there were wounded all over the ground, Su Yue never thought that soone would actually die right in front of him.
He turned his head, looking at the ntor who had stopped breathing.
Perhaps a sophomore or junior instructor, Su Yue had never seen before.
At West Martial, each class of students is very busy, and they don’t interact much.
The deceased was rely clinging to the doctor’s arm, obviously not wanting to die.
But who could have imagined, no one could save his life.
"Damn it, it’s the Palm Eye Race’s poison!"
Zhao Jiangtao investigated for a while, then stood up and kicked a car tire till it burst.
Damn it!
Too late to notice, the teacher had a wound and was directly poisoned.
Deathly silence!
Everyone at the school gate, whether the wounded or those within the school, had faces full of sorrow, so students’ tears trickled down.
They were Teacher Gao’s students.
The heavy atmosphere made it hard to breathe for a mont.
Whoosh!
Bai Xiaolong, although injured, gritted his teeth and saluted the deceased.
The others also turned, their faces full of grief, and saluted the teacher.
Zhao Jiangtao bent down in a bow.
Even those lying on stretchers struggled to sit up, saluting and bowing to the deceased.
"Mu Cheng, arrange for soone to send Teacher Gao’s body to the Heroic Spirit Mausoleum first."
Zhao Jiangtao is a Grandmaster.
He could confirm the other person’s death, it was definitely completely dead.
He could only first transport it to the Heroic Spirit Mausoleum, where there is a morgue to temporarily store the bodies of heroes and then notify the family to co and see the remains one last ti.
"Su Yue, co with ."
Mu Cheng finished speaking and walked directly to a car.
Su Yue nodded, following closely behind.
With a driver in charge, Su Yue and Mu Cheng watched over Teacher Gao’s remains in the carriage.
On the car, the atmosphere was very oppressive.
"It’s very heavy, isn’t it."
Mu Cheng suddenly said.
"Life is really so fragile, even Martial Artists are just as fragile."
Su Yue sighed.
A person dies just like that, not giving any reaction ti.
The toxin made Teacher Gao’s face swell high, exuding a deep purple, making one’s arms numb.
"Not even just Martial Artists, even soone like my father, a Ninth Grade, could die in battle at any ti.
"If it wasn’t for you bringing the Ning Beast back last ti, I wouldn’t have a father now either.
"Life is so unpredictable, this is the cruelty of this era.
"Whether it’s you, or , or Bai Xiaolong, we could die in the Wet Realm at any ti, or even with serious injuries, die in a hospital, die on the way to the hospital, this world is really too cruel."
Mu Cheng muttered with her head down.
After all, she is still a girl, and in such a scene, it’s easy for her mindset to beco unbalanced.
Mu Cheng knew Teacher Gao, they even fought together in the Wet Realm.
Yet soone who was just on campus the day before, was suddenly gone, dying in front of everyone, and no one could do anything.
"The war will end, it must!"
Su Yue took a deep breath.
He suddenly thought of Wang Yetao’s words.
Perhaps.
The ones who survive will feel even more sorrow.
Watching a comrade die in front of you, this kind of feeling, can’t be described with words.
"Su Yue, promise , in the Wet Realm, you must be careful."
Suddenly, Mu Cheng looked at Su Yue with a grave expression.
"Hmm, I know."
Mu Cheng’s white face was stained with a lot of blood, Su Yue instinctively tried to wipe it, but ended up with even more blood on his hands, making her face ssier.
"Sorry."
Su Yue quickly apologized.
"No, it’s okay."
Mu Cheng quickly lowered her head.
Her face was especially hot, unprecedentedly hot.
Damn.
How did I end up getting my face touched suddenly?
She didn’t even resist, it was really embarrassing.
A few minutes later, the vehicle stopped at the Heroic Spirit Mausoleum.
After getting off, Su Yue was once again shocked.
Turns out Teacher Gao was just a representative.
At the mausoleum gate, there were also many vehicles parked, and more were continuously arriving.
One body after another was delivered into the mausoleum.
So died directly on the battlefield, brought back by comrades with so broken limbs.
Others died in hospitals, unable to receive treatnt in ti.
These included West Martial teachers and students, so from Wuda, but most were warriors from the Yan Gui Corps.
So were very young.
They were even just engineers in the Wet Realm Fortress, not Martial Artists.
The atmosphere in the mausoleum was oppressively heavy, everyone’s eyes were red, tears could not stop falling.
After completing the procedures, Su Yue watched as Teacher Gao was pushed into the morgue.
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