Shen Guoan fumbled with the bright yellow ring in his hand as he stood on the windowsill and looked out at the dark night sky. No one knew what he was thinking at that moment.
Liu Yufei squatted in the corner. At that moment, she did not dare to raise her head to look at anyone. The blisters on her face looked disgusting and scary. She did not know why the things on her face had become more and more serious after entering the ancient tomb. Not only her face, there was not a single piece of good skin on her body. She did not know what had happened, but she only knew that the cold and numb feeling in her body could no longer control her.
She stole a glance at the old man standing on the windowsill. This old man could control all of her fate. She did not dare to show any signs of overstepping. Even though she had been squatting here for two hours, the old man had also been standing on the windowsill for two hours. She did not dare to ask him anything.
