"Speak up, what exactly are you hiding?!"
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I can't get out.
Two layers of skin tightly enveloped his body, rendering him immobile, accompanied by a mild suffocation, a feeling of stuffiness.
Yet there was no danger.
Yes, no danger at all.
After getting used to it, there was nothing wrong, besides a vague coldness and feeling of suffocation, Yu Liang didn't feel anything unusual.
As long as he didn't actively think about things related to "darkness" or "ghost man," his mental state remained stable, and he could think normally. All he needed to do was to join the thin man in cursing at the "back of the head" at the end of the corridor.
Can't get out, can't move, it's like someone locked him in a little black room, but besides confinement, there were no other offenses.
