The bleak voice is still going on, far and near, accompanied by the gusts of wind in the cave, which makes people shiver.

the leaping fire light is projected on the five of us. Except for me and Qingxuan, the others are basically calm except for frowning.

Qingxuan can't do it. If it wasn't for Qin song, he would have hugged me and called for help.

"why don't you talk? It's not here. No one..." It's estimated that Qingxuan hasn't been frightened like this for so many years since he went to kindergarten to become a gynecologist. Under the fire, his face has been scared white. In such an atmosphere,...