Qian Cangyi took a glance at Peng Hongcai lying on the ground, but of course, he didn't know him.
Thanks to the light from the fire, he could see clearly.
"In fact, the damage done by the fire to him isn't severe, his unconsciousness is mainly due to excessive depletion of water in his body," Qian Cangyi crouched down.
"Really? Then?" The expression on Little Drilling Wind's face suggested he was very confused now.
"That means we can get out," said Qian Cangyi, standing up.
He walked to where the tiles had been lifted. Since a woman previously persuaded by Zuo Ying had done something here, rain could come directly into it. "We need to wet our clothes, then we'll be ready to rush out." Qian Cangyi turned around and wet the other side of his body.
