But then, Chen Yan shivered suddenly and quickly crawled out of the sleeping bag.
There were voices in the hall!
And the sound of metal colliding—not weapons, but a noise that Chen Yan found very familiar.
He followed the sound, which was coming from behind the rows of stone cabinets in the hall.
Mingled with the metal noise were two people whispering.
"So, you promised me you would let me out, won't you go back on your word again?"
"Kindness mistaken for a donkey's liver and lungs, I'm saving your life here."
"Sitting here feels worse than dying quickly."
"You'd be lucky if it was a quick death. Do you even know how miserable the last captured fated person died?"
Chen Yan came following the sound and roughly identified the two people talking. One was the mad old man, and the other was a cold woman's voice.
