Sitting close to each other behind the curtain door, the young man asked Old History if they would die here tonight. The scream just now was too horrible, like the victims in horror movies, and now it sounds more realistic.

Old Shi is speechless. He stares at the computer, the picture flickers, the young man raises his head, and his fingers quiver. "Master, let me go!"

Old Shi picked up his back one after another. He adjusted the focal length and climbed out from under the curtain door.

Young man bites his lip, his mood is difficult to calm at the moment. He may never come back from that gap....