Yeh Xingli abruptly opened his eyes, his pupils dilated in an instant.
Looking at the enlarged black mask in front of him, he let out a scream, "A ghost!"
Could it be that he had prematurely entered Huangquan and seen the ox-headed and horse-faced guards of the underworld?
"What are you yelling for?" Ye Wanlan's fingers moved with extreme speed, directly pressing on Yeh Xingli's Mute Acupoint and said in a low, cold voice, "Do you want to call over those people who are trying to steal your stones?"
The girl's voice was clear, calm, and carried a compelling sense of reliability and authority.
This gradually calmed Yeh Xingli's racing heart.
"Walk this way," Ye Wanlan checked her surroundings, "Don't look back, hold your breath."
Yeh Xingli did as he was told, even though he could hear explosions near his ears continuously and the heat wave even grazed his scalp, he obediently followed the girl towards the next exit.
