“What did you remember? Tell me quickly!” The female college student, Sun Yujiao, couldn't help but shout.
“Old Yu! Old Yu! Be strong! You can do it!” The female teacher, Yi Qiuhong, also shouted loudly.
Since everyone's life or death was at stake, everyone present looked anxiously at Yu Zhenhua. Perhaps the key to survival lay in what he was saying.
“Useless…too…too late…it’s…” Yu Zhenhua struggled to speak, his face showing despair, anger, helplessness, and disappointment, as if all his hope had suddenly turned to despair, as if he had been deceived and mocked.
A tear slid down his cheek, followed by mouthfuls of bloody foam.
Lü Yang pounded his head violently. Yu Zhenhua clearly remembered something, but due to habits formed from his daily work, he judged this information to be use
