"This must be that woman's ability..." Chen Jing thought.

"...It seems pretty ordinary, similar to a pistol? Except you don't need to take it out, you don't need bullets, and you can use it anytime, anywhere."

He quickly gathered his thoughts and went to the hatch he had previously peered into.

After knocking on the door, Chen Jing waited a moment and then activated his invisibility again.

Chen Jing waited politely outside the door, and the door opened before he had to wait long.

Chen Jing saw the same old man with graying temples and thin bones who had appeared earlier. He was wearing a tattered and greasy black robe, and his hand, which resembled an eagle's claw, was gripping a bone cane.

He was clearly taken aback, because he didn't see a single person outside the door!

Chen Jing, meanwhile, took advantage of him opening the door to silently observe the scene behind it.

The interior was very dark, with only a few candles for lighting. The cabin contained many iron cages, each holding a young man and woman bound by ropes.

In the center of the room was a peculiar altar, on which a person lay, immobilized, and Chen Jing saw that he was bleeding, the blood flowing into the altar.

"This, this isn't a prison at all..."

"It was an altar..."

"Were those who were captured sacrifices?"

Chen Jing's mind went blank. He subconsciously searched for Wan Tong's figure in the crowd, but with the door open, he couldn't see the whole scene behind it. He could only see a part of it.

Chen Jing's gaze swept over the people who were locked up, his whole body turning cold. He didn't see Wan Tong.

Was she blocked by those people? Or in another room? Or somewhere else here?

But Chen Jing didn't have much time to think about these things. After seeing that no one was around, the old man frowned.

"Was it just my imagination?" the old man wondered. He clearly heard a knock on the door, but there was no one behind it. Just as he was about to reach out and close the door, he felt the pain of a sword blade piercing his body.

Before the old man collapsed, Chen Jing supported him, carried him out, and left him aside.

Immediately, Chen Jing entered stealth mode again. He chose to act outside the door to prevent other enemies from being inside, giving him time to become invisible again.

He was anxious, worried about Wan Tong's safety, and also furious at the scene before him...

If this is always the fate of those taken away by the dark forces...

Chen Jing gritted his teeth, not letting anger cloud his judgment, and forced himself into a state of calm and sadness.

The invisible Chen Jing stepped over the old man's corpse and into the room.