Yan Junze held one hand on the strange man, and though the man's body was still shivering, his fear had clearly passed after the cat-faced old woman's long hair had all retracted.
Regardless, this guy was already dead; he was just a strangeness.
If he had been alive, just the mass of hair that had been wrapped around him earlier would have either strangled him to death or suffocated him; he definitely wouldn't have survived until now.
"Don't be afraid anymore, tell me quickly, how can I stand up in this place?" Yan Junze moved closer to the man's ear and whispered again.
Because he was gripping the man's collar, he felt the man twist his neck, as if shaking his head, and then came that awkward dialect: "No way, can't stand up, I've never stood up before."
"Impossible." Yan Junze flatly denied and reached down to grasp the man's cold hand, "Come on, let's look around, there must be a way out."
