Zhao Yulong didn't linger in the basement for too long.
After all, no matter who it was, it would be difficult to stay there for an extended period without their face betraying them.
Ling Wu Yan had already vomited until his face was pale.
Yi Lin's calmness surprised Zhao Yulong, and when he looked at Yi Lin, his gaze held a hint of deep thought.
For Yi Lin, everything hidden behind Xiao Mo was like a "new version of memories."
After all, in the future, Yi Lin had no chance to have much contact with the Gospel Club, nor did he know the extent of the darkness hidden behind it.
Perhaps...
What was in Xiao Mo's basement was just the tip of the iceberg.
Yi Lin thought carefully.
Actually, after the future human societal Order collapsed, the most precious thing was life.
But the least valuable... was also life.
Ambition reached the skies, yet life was as cheap as ants.
No one could guarantee they would be alive the next day.
