Only when the voices of those two people completely faded did the hand over Little Fatty's mouth finally loosen.
By this time his legs had already gone weak; as that hand let go of him, he actually went limp and collapsed to the ground.
But he also knew it wasn't some terrifying hand stretching out from inside the wall, but someone hiding here who had just saved their lives!
The things those two said sounded casual, but none of them doubted the truth of it—this group… really did kill people.
"Why are you here?"
A cold voice rang out in the darkness.
Little Fatty found it familiar, but in his nervous terror he just couldn't remember whose voice it was.
"Many thanks for saving our lives. Your voice sounds familiar—are you Hou Baiyu?"
Luo Yirui's voice instantly set Little Fatty at ease; as long as there was a companion nearby, it was fine. At this moment, he still didn't think of Jing Yuansi. Then he froze again—Hou Baiyu?
