While Yi Bing and Huo Ling are flirting… ehem, spending their time leisurely, outside the mausoleum, the atmosphere is tense.
"What… did you just say?" the senior policeman said as he looked at Huo Huainan.
"Stay here, since we can't go out." Huo Huainan said. "Then, tomorrow, when it is bright, you all lead the way inside the mausoleum and help me and my wife find our son." He told them.
They all stared at him in shock and horror. "No…" someone in Huo Ling's group spoke. They all turned and saw it was Peng Qian who spoke. "No…" he muttered, his eyes wide in horror. He is coldly sweating. He feels the darkness around them is embracing his body, tighter and tighter as time passed by, until he finally felt suffocated. His breathing became ragged.
He took a step back, which made him almost fell since his knees felt weak and are shaking.
"Peng Qian!" Zhou Cheng cried as he looked at Peng Qian in disbelief.
