After a delicate shout, the room fell into a brief, deathly silence.
Outside, the woman was waiting for a response from inside, while Wang Chen inside held his breath and dared not move an inch.
However, though his mind didn't want his body to move, his body couldn't help trembling uncontrollably.
His legs felt weak and trembled faintly; adrenaline surged rapidly. In this breathless state, he could faintly hear his own heart beating faster and faster.
This deadlock was truly unbearable.
He wanted to flee, but he couldn't.
And staying here, he was worried that the woman outside, seemingly a fox spirit, might suddenly rush in and suck out his Yang energy.
Caught in this dilemma, Wang Chen greatly regretted his decision—wishing he had never come here out of curiosity.
What use was treasure?
If he lost his life here, even if he found a mountain of gold, it would be in vain.
Amidst his regret, he also pricked up his ears to listen quietly to the noises outside.
