A painful expression appeared!

"Well……"

Wigginton made a gurgling sound in his throat.

Ning Fan's eyes fixed, and he quickly grabbed Wigginton's arm, intending to drag him back into the [Prison Gate].

However, Wigginton was struggling to break free.

"I'm fine, don't worry!"

Wigginton insisted, "Let me feel it a little longer!"

Ning Fan's hand slowly loosened.

He knew that something must have happened to Wigginton.

But Wigginton was reluctant to go back like this.

This is the deep-seated obsession of the people in the lower city with the upper city!

Fortunately, Ning Fan could feel that Wigginton's breath had not changed much, and his vital signs were fine.

Since this was Wigginton's choice, even though Ning Fan was a little worried, he still let the old man act as he pleased.

More than ten minutes passed.

Wigginton just tilted his head back and enjoyed the sun bath.

Finally, he adjusted to the light and opened his eyes.

A happy smile appeared on his face.

"Going up to the city is great."

Then, there was a hint of bitterness in Wigginton's smile.

"But there's no room for us here after all."

Ning Fan was stunned.

Wigginton didn't say much, but turned around and walked through the prison gate.

Under the curious gaze of everyone, Wigginton laughed again.

"One good news, one bad news."

He didn't let anyone choose which one to listen to first, but continued on his own...

"The good news is... I'm still alive."

Wigginton had a smile on his face, but his voice was a little choked.

"The bad news is..."

"My spirit servants...dispersed."