"We'll find out in the future whether there's a connection or not." Song qingxiao put her hands in her pockets and closed her eyes to reply.
"In the future ..." Hearing her words, number two frowned. He was not satisfied with her answer, but he knew that he would not be able to get anything useful from her.
Song qingxiao closed her eyes, but she was no longer sleepy.
In her still-wet pocket, she touched the waterproof bag with her fingertips. There was a folded letter in it, which she had found on the skeleton in the cabin. However, because the trial-taker had broken in later and was chased by the group of ferocious giant spiders, she had never had the chance to open it.
Of course, this was not a good time to take out the letter. Even if her eyes were closed, her spiritual sense could sense that many people with bows were paying attention to the trial participants. Any slight movement would probably attract their attention.
