"I have a bad feeling about this."
Feng Lin murmured softly.
"Don't worry! If soldiers come, we'll block them; if water comes, we'll cover it with soil. If worse comes to worst, we can just abandon the treasures and get out."
Shang Cang laughed, spreading his hands with an air of nonchalance.
"I'm afraid we won't be able to get out."
Feng Lin shook his head gently, realizing that the transfer formation here was inoperative. Perhaps their only chance to escape was through the Yin Yang Crusaders.
Fortunately, the fourth member of their group was with them.
"Now that you mention it, I'm starting to feel cold, too."
Shang Qing hugged herself, unable to suppress a shiver.
"I'm feeling chilly as well."
Shang Cang raised his hand strangely, carefully sensing his surroundings.
"Perhaps it's psychological."
Feng Lin took out his cell phone to check, and indeed, there was no signal for satellite phones either.
