This means that she didn't remember anything. Brahma was stunned for a moment and felt a little disappointed, but it was also expected.

"So what do you think we should do now? Or do you have any idea how to escape? Let's make a deal first, if you run away, remember to take me with you. Don't leave me alone!"

Brahma said this jokingly, but when he turned around to look at the figure next to him, he saw Fan Zhitao nodded seriously, and it was obvious from his attitude that he was serious.

Only then did he remember that Fan Zhitao's brain was different from others, and she really didn't think he was joking.

Brahma's heart finally settled down at this moment. With his friend's promise, everything would be fine. At least he wouldn't be left behind in this extremely unfamiliar place. To put it bluntly, even if he died, there would be someone to take his place with him!

This was actually what Brahma was thinking at that moment.

Not long after, Fan Zhitao moved her ears. She could clearly hear someone coming down. Although the sound was extremely small, she still caught it.

Someone is coming down!!

However, the group of people around were still crying. Fan Zhitao poked Fantian and wrote on his body to indicate that someone was coming. Fantian nodded, then fell to the side and pretended to be dead.

Fan Zhitao also leaned slowly against the wall, pretending not to wake up yet.

Their movements weren't dramatic, but they still caught the eye of someone in the other corner. This person was the boy who had woken up after Brahma. He was a rat orc, and the dark environment was like a decoration to him.

He had long noticed Fan Zhitao and the other two in the corner, and figured they must be quite strong, at least stronger than the others, given their calmness. Seeing them feign death in unison, he rolled his eyes and fell to the ground, pretending the effects of the drug hadn't worn off!

The others were still crying, but at this moment the door suddenly opened, and the light from outside shone in, startling everyone else.

The man outside was looking at them with a bloody knife in his hand. His eyes seemed to be saying:

Oh, with so many cuties, who should I attack first?