"Zhao Yang, let's not beat around the bush," Fang Lao Si said, furrowing his brows. "Take a look at what you just said. If I don't make it out in half an hour, you want me to take your father and Zhang Xiuer out of the village. Isn't this... what's it called? Aren't you entrusting your loved ones to my care? Can't I read between the lines?"
Knowing he couldn't deceive Fang Lao Si, Zhao Yang whispered, "That house is fraught with peril. Anything bizarre could happen, something you wouldn't be able to handle. If I can't take care of it myself, your accompanying me inside would be a death sentence. Better to ensure my father and my wife are safe. That way, I won't have to worry about their wellbeing."
"Damn it, so you're planning to risk your life in there! Without any worries to hold you back, you're even more determined to throw caution to the wind, aren't you?" Fang Lao Si exclaimed.
