Yan Ziyu also stopped what he was doing.
The room fell silent in an instant.
Only the rustling sound of the curtain fabric being blown by the heatwave remained.
The booming that had just sounded as if some wooden structure was burning intensely now seemed like an illusion.
Liang Chao dashed back to Yan Ziyu's side in a few steps.
His back was crawling with goosebumps.
He didn't know when, but the sounds of insects around them had stopped.
Liang Chao swallowed and grabbed Yan Ziyu's arm.
"The things little sister talked about couldn't possibly be true, right?"
Although he was half-doubtful, he naturally hoped that such things were not true.
"We've split into three groups, so it couldn't be our bad luck just to run into it, could it?"
When Liang Chao was nervous, he tended to talk too much.
Something lightly patted his shoulder.
