Mark choked.
Of course, he hadn't tried with live chickens, but they'd tried other things.
"We've thrown lots of things into these rooms: clothes, socks, torn-off fingernails, pulled-out hair… even props we couldn't use. All of them disappeared! Nothing stays unless there's a living person in the room."
Mark looked at the bamboo basket with regret, "These chickens… it would be such a pity if they were gone…"
Bai Youwei laughed, "You just said that living people are fine, and these chickens are alive too."
"But the chickens are yours…" Mark was anxious and started to gesture with his hands, "You have to be in the same Stone Chamber as the chickens, or your chickens will disappear!"
Bai Youwei shrugged indifferently, "These chickens aren't mine."
Mark was stunned, "Ah…"
