Five minutes until 12 a.m.

Fang Zhong was pacing back and forth in the small room. This room was empty, not even a chair, but this room was so important that Fang Zhongzheng's wife, Lu Yanzhou, could not enter.

There was only one dark door that only allowed one person to pass through. The door blends in perfectly with the wall, with no signs or doorknobs, and if it weren't for the contrast between black and white, no one would even notice that it was a door.

Fang Jiaming was lying on a stretcher, he seemed to have been injected with morphine-like analgesics and cardiac injections, his eyes widened, he grabbed Chen Bin's hand tightly, the painful look on his face decreased a lot, but he still couldn't say a word. Contrary to the illusion of improvement, his breath became weaker and weaker, and Chen Bin was a little worried that he might not be able to hold out when he opened the door to accept ghosts.

Fang Jiahui leaned against the wall, looking at all this indifferently, without saying a word. When the clock struck midnight, he straightened up.

"Quick, quick, take Jiaming in!" Fang Zhongzheng urged.

Fang Jiahui glanced at him coldly, and then he and Chen Bin lifted the stretcher and went straight through the pitch-black door, which in Fang Zhongzheng's eyes was more like penetrating into a substantial wall.

The moment he stepped into the altar, Chen Bin felt that aura with inexplicable suction for the third time, this time it was not from a certain place or someone, but from all directions, and the entire field exuded such an aura. It's very faint, far less intense than in the institute, but it can still be clearly captured by him.

The corridor was narrow, sloping downward, and the stretchers clinging almost to the walls on either side - an invisible wall made of the power of the extremely pure fire element, if I had to describe its purity, it would probably be comparable to the kind of thing that shrouded the four wildernesses outside the safe sea: fog.

Is this really just a Sea King-level realm? There is no doubt that Sea King's strength is far stronger than him, but is it strong enough to construct such a behemoth on his own? Chen Bin was deeply skeptical.

Along the dim corridor all the way down, neither of them spoke, only Fang Jiaming's increasingly rapid breathing and the occasional violent cough or two in the silent corridor. A glimmer of unrealistic hope still sustained him, but he didn't know that from the moment he stepped here, he had become a corpse in the eyes of his impostor big brother.

If it weren't for the fact that Red Lotus's activities in Tongzhou still relied on the support of the Fang family—and even such support was almost no longer needed—Fang Jiahui wouldn't have wasted time running to appease Fang Zhongzheng at all.

He's just putting on a show, and it's very perfunctory, except that he doesn't make it clear that labor and management are cheating you like a fool, and his attitude towards dealing with things is probably about the same thing.

After all, Fang Zhongzheng is self-made, and he has been in the business world alone for more than ten years to get his current status, although he loves his son, he is not so easy to fool, he must have noticed something, so he added an insurance to his precious son.

It's a pity that Chen Bin is obviously not a conscientious insurer, and although Fang Zhongzheng has taken insurance with him, he is destined to not get a return.

He firmly locked on Fang Jiahui's breath. The two were only separated by a stretcher, and at such a close distance, he was even more sure that he had definitely seen this Red Lotus priest who played Fang Jiahui. However, he screened the trainees he met in the training camp three times in the past two months, but he still couldn't find anyone who could sit in the right seat.

Scary......

How could there be so many familiar things, familiar breaths and familiar people in the red lotus, but he couldn't grasp the slightest clue.

Chen Bin is not afraid of him, according to the standards of the association, the other party barely has the level of second-level combat power, but the second-level combat power cast by the Red Lotus method is obviously not as solid as the promotion through baptism, if he really wants to make a move, he only needs to burst out the true body of the Soul Snatcher Eight Claws, and he can be seconds in an instant.

The sloping corridor suddenly turned into a staircase that stretched endlessly downward, and the blue light enveloped the entire narrow space, and the two carried the stretcher in silence, as if walking in a clip from some horror movie.

"Brother Jiahui, slow down! Ming Zai's injury is not light, and he can't withstand such violent shaking!"

Chen Bin finally couldn't help but speak, he hadn't forgotten his personality. Fang Jiaming rolled his eyes upside down, and his breathing was also up and down, and he was about to die. If he burped before entering the altar's hinterland, Chen Bin was worried that Fang Jiahui would probably drive him back.

Fang Jiahui just sneered: "Heh, you care about him very much?" The amplitude of going down the stairs is still very large, and it can even be described as rough.

Chen Bin couldn't see his expression, he didn't think there should be any expression, the materialization was like putting on a layer of human skin mask, and it could only be a dead face forever, but the tone seemed to be slightly mocking.

Chen Bin thought for a while, and said quietly: "I have been brothers with Ming Tsai for twelve years, and we are like brothers, and I care about him no less than Brother Jiahui!"

Fang Jiahui sneered again: "It's really embarrassing, my righteous sibling doesn't seem to be able to compare to you, an outsider who is like a sibling?"

Chen Bin did not speak. Facts speak louder than words, this stretcher is like riding a bicycle on a gravel road, which brother can be so ruthless to his brother?

Fang Jiahui said bluntly: "It doesn't make sense for you to compare with me, because my concern for him is zero." ”

"Ahem, ahem—"

Fang Jiaming coughed violently. Although he couldn't speak, his hearing was still there, and Fang Jiahui's words obviously poked at his sore spot and made him feel nervous.

Chen Bin hurriedly appeased Fang Jiaming and secretly raised his vigilance.

Fang Jiahui seemed to open the conversation box and continued: "Aren't you curious, where does this road lead?"

Chen Bin had no choice but to say: "No matter where it leads, as long as I can save Ming Tsai, I will definitely accompany him." ”

"I heard you were injured in last year's terrorist attack?"

"Yes. ”

"Then you should hate Red Lotus very much. ”

Chen Bin heard the playful and mocking tone again.

"I hated, but not now. ”

"Oh? Why?"

"Because I figured it out. I'm going to be so badly injured, it's not my strength after all, if I'm strong enough, maybe I can stop the explosion. ”

"Heh, stop the explosion...... It's up to you?"

Chen Bin was silent.

After a while, Fang Jiahui said again: "But your conclusion is correct, in the final analysis, you are too weak, this world is like this, the weak will be eliminated sooner or later, either today or tomorrow, unless you become a member of the strong." ”

He paused and said, "The place we are going to is the Holy Land of the Red Lotus. Even so, would you still like to go?"

Chen Bin said without hesitation: "I said, no matter where I am, as long as I can save Ming Zai, I will definitely go." ”