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"Who's there?"
In the empty cave, the torch in Ye Mingyu's hand cast long, flickering shadows against the stone walls, and his voice echoed, adding an eerie atmosphere.
He held Jiang Li protectively by his side and cautiously took two steps forward, raising the torch in his hand, then suddenly his gaze sharpened.
That's when he saw two people sitting against the stone wall. At first glance, it wasn't apparent that they were people, for they were in too sorry a state. Their clothing was ragged and filthy, their bodies and hands smeared with blotchy bloodstains—they looked more like prisoners.
Seeing Jiang Li and Ye Mingyu, neither of the two moved as if they were dead, except their eyes flickered slightly, indicating they were indeed alive.
