He was resurrected indefinitely and handed over to the state by the headmistress.

Hua Wuji was kicked and stumbled, but his face was full of joy. He secretly glanced at Lu Chen.

Seeing that Lu Chen didn't object, he immediately took out his communicator and called his older brother first.

Then he contacted several elders in the family who had retired due to injuries.

However, many of those who received the notification were skeptical, or even thought the other party was joking, and hung up the phone immediately.

However, most people who trusted the seven ancestors of the Tibetan family still decided to come and take a look.

Especially those who don't have much time left,

Perhaps this will be the last time we see each other!

Soon, Zang Feng's communicator rang:

"Master, the first batch of brothers from the 'House of Honors' has arrived, about five hundred people."

The voice of the person in charge came from inside.

"Bring everyone to the main training plaza."

Zang Feng gave the order, then turned to Lu Chen, his face plastered with a fawning smile:

"Lord Lu Chen, the first batch of people has arrived, numbering approximately five hundred. What do you think..."

"Lead the way."

Lu Chen said calmly.

"Okay!"

Zang Feng responded and immediately led the way, his obsequious manner making him seem even more like a lackey than Zang Long.

He was secretly overjoyed, as long as Lu Chen could cure these people.

The collector will not only acquire a group of combatants who have recovered to their peak,

This will make it easier to win their unwavering loyalty.

This deal is incredibly profitable!

Soon, the group arrived at a huge training plaza covering several kilometers within the Tibetan manor.

At this time, seven or eight hundred people had gathered in one corner of the square, including the injured and the accompanying medical staff.

Some of these people are missing limbs, some are blind, and some are completely paralyzed from the waist down.

Some were white-haired and barely breathing.

Others seemed to have suffered psychological trauma, their expressions were blank...

The scene is moving.

"Master!"

Upon seeing Zang Feng's arrival, everyone bowed and greeted him, but their eyes all held a hint of doubt.

They didn't understand why the head of the family had suddenly summoned them, these "useless people," here.

What surprised them even more was that the usually dignified head of the family...

At this moment, he was actually facing the group of unfamiliar handsome men and beautiful women behind him.

Their attitude was so respectful it bordered on obsequious.

Looking at these wounded men in front of him, Lu Chen was slightly moved.

These are all heroes who have shed blood and suffered injuries for the human race.

However, with him around now, nothing is a problem.

"Expand the domain! Mark it!"

With a thought, Lu Chen's invisible life domain expanded instantly, enveloping everyone in the square.

Immediately afterwards, a light green rune appeared above everyone's head.

"What is this?"

"What a peculiar feeling, so warm..."

"I can't touch it, is it an illusion?"

The injured people discussed among themselves, curiously looking at the green runes above their heads.

Seeing this, Zang Feng knew that Lu Chen's ability had been activated. He took a deep breath, stepped forward, and scanned the crowd.

Finally, the object landed on a middle-aged man whose arms had been severed at the shoulders.

This is one of his most loyal captains, named Wang Ergou.

"Wang Ergou!" Zang Feng's voice boomed.

"Your subordinate is here!"

Although Wang Ergou had lost both arms, he stood up straight and answered loudly.

"You, now, commit suicide!"

Zang Feng gave the order expressionlessly and in an icy tone.

"What?!"

These words caused an uproar in the room!

Everyone thought they had misheard.

The patriarch urgently summoned them here so that he could commit suicide?

Could it be that... the head of the family considers them a burden and wants to... clean house?

A sense of desolation instantly spread through the crowd.

Wang Ergou, whose name was called out, turned pale instantly, and his body trembled slightly.

He stared intently at Zang Feng, his eyes filled with incomprehension and a hint of pain.

Three seconds later, he seemed to have figured something out, and his eyes turned gray.

"Bang!"

He knelt heavily in the direction of Zang Feng, banging his forehead against the ground, his voice choked with emotion:

"Thank you for your care and guidance over the years!"

"Ergou finally...begged the head of the family for one thing..."

He looked up, his eyes red-rimmed.

"Please, Master... don't tell me the truth about my wife and family."

"Just say... just say that Er Gou died a heroic death in the battle against demons!"

He didn't want to tarnish the reputation of the Tibetan people, nor did he want to be branded as a cowardly suicide victim, bringing shame upon his family.

"Okay! I promise you!"

Zang Feng nodded expressionlessly.

In his mind, however, he was furiously complaining: "Wang Ergou, why the hell are you making such a fuss? It's not like he's really dead!"

Besides, your wife ran off with a black man a long time ago, and she even looks down on you, calling you a "bean sprout," useless! Where did you get a wife?

As for your elderly mother and young sister, you should take care of them yourself after you recover!

"Thank you for your generosity, Patriarch!"

Wang Ergou kowtowed heavily again, then suddenly stood up and looked around at his former companions.

His eyes were filled with tears, but he forced a hearty smile:

"Brothers! I, Er Gou, am taking my leave first!"

The drinks I owe you, the kindness I owe you, I'll repay you in the next life!

These words brought tears to many people's eyes, and they felt great sorrow for the collectors.

Zang Feng's face was almost as black as the bottom of a pot, and his fists were clenched so tightly they were cracking.

My inner voice screamed wildly:

Wang Ergou!

You fucking go die!

Why add so many scenes?!

Trying to show off how capable you are, huh?

Just wait and see how you'll handle things after you're resurrected!

"Haha! Brothers, I'm here!!"

Wang Ergou let out a final burst of laughter, as if he could see his fallen comrades waving to him.

Then, with a sudden grit of his teeth, he severed his own heart meridian!

"puff--!"

He spat out a mouthful of blood, and Wang Ergou's eyes quickly became unfocused.

His body slumped backward, a hint of relief still on his face.

He did not resent the Tibetans; without their support and compensation, a disabled person like him would have starved to death long ago.

The only regret is that he couldn't take a few demons down with him, and died such a humiliating death.

A deathly silence fell over the field, and a sense of sadness spread silently.

Many medical staff also looked at Zang Feng with complicated expressions.

I don't understand why this patriarch has suddenly become so cold and ruthless.

"resurrection."

Just then, Lu Chen activated his ability.

[Ding! Resurrected Wang Ergou successfully! All attributes +1!]

A soft green light instantly enveloped Wang Ergou's body.

Amidst the incredulous gazes of everyone, light shimmered.

Blood and flesh began to appear on Wang Ergou's empty sleeves, and in just a few breaths, a pair of muscular arms reappeared on his sides!

"This...how is this possible?!"

Everyone stared in shock, their pupils contracting, almost unable to believe what they were seeing.

"I...I'm not dead?"

Wang Ergou opened his eyes blankly, and the first thing he felt was his long-lost hands.

He subconsciously raised his hand, held it in front of his eyes, and clenched his fist tightly, feeling the real touch.

"This...this can't be a dream, can it?"

He muttered to himself, still unable to believe it.