Qian Cangyi's right hand exerted force, and the restraining grip suddenly lightened by half. He knew that it wasn't really someone grabbing his wrist, but the pressure simulated by his clothes, paired with the Experience Pavilion. The combination of visual, auditory, and tactile senses provided a realistic experience.
In the Darkness, a ghastly pale face slowly emerged, thin and aged, with bloodshot eyes, and half-gray Hair hanging from the sides, looking utterly sickly.
The man's gaze fixated on the swaddling cloth just grabbed by Qian Cangyi, and he shouted with a high-pitched but forceful voice, "My... child..."
The voice from earlier had come from this man.
Qian Cangyi ignored him, unsure of the previous plot of the script, hence unable to infer the upcoming scenes. Furthermore, with his friends around him already headless, the man before him didn't seem frightening.
