Those three keys had been clutched in their hands for who knows how long, covered with dried bloodstains, dust, and perhaps even sweat. Even without touching them, Bai Youwei could make out the stickiness, the filth.
Shen Mo, Leonid, and Du Lai, the three men, stood in front of Bai Youwei to prevent these people with unclear identities from getting any closer.
The person holding the keys visibly shrank back, slowly retreating while he said in a low voice, "We truly are humans... We bear no malice... If only you are willing to lead us out, these keys... can all be yours..."
His tone was cautious, filled with humble pleading, as if he was extremely fearful of Shen Mo and the others' might, yet unwilling to let go of a potential lifeline.
Shen Mo held a flashlight and shone it around—the stone chamber only contained the three emaciated men in front of them, with no other people or things in sight.
