LUO YAN absentmindedly looked at the ceiling. He could feel his consciousness slowly slipping. But he couldn't afford to wallow in that feeling. He couldn't even let himself closed his eyes. Because once he did, he was sure that he would lose consciousness and would totally be thrown out of this door.
Well, he should probably be thankful that he was only feeling dizzy and not contorting in pain. It seemed like the game designers still had some conscience left in them. If he truly ended up being tortured by poison, he'd definitely file a complaint.
The other thing he should also be thankful for was that Shen Ji Yun also ended up in the same door. At least he didn't have to do everything on his own now. Just by having Shen Ji Yun here, he felt somehow safe. As if someone gave him an invisible protection. Maybe that just showed how reliable Shen Ji Yun was in his mind.
