"My god... save me..."
The old man knelt on the ground, his cries of pain tinged with resentment. He pounded the floor with his hand and croaked in a hoarse whisper, "My god... See me..."
Reaching out, Zhou Li grabbed the old man by the collar and pulled the weak old man to his side. He stepped on the man's chest, forcibly separating the curled-up body's head and hands like a shrimp, then Zhou Li squatted down, expressionless, and twisted the man's head to the right, forcing him to look at the scenery inside the room.
The oil lamp... Yes, the oil lamp!
At that moment, the old man's pupils suddenly contracted, trembling nonstop. He noticed that the oil lamps, which had been burning all along, had gone out unexpectedly at some point. The room, once full of idols, was now unbearably dark, and with all the windows facing the mountains and not letting in any moonlight, there was not a single bright spot inside.
