Li Wenhe smiled and nodded: "Okay, the responsibility is mine. I'll go and explain to Lao Xiao myself."
When he turned his head, his eyes turned cold.
Although it's unclear why these people died and became ghosts trapped here, one thing is certain: their deaths were not unjust.
Indifferent, selfish, and lacking empathy, they had the power to stop it, yet they turned a blind eye to the tragedy unfolding before their eyes.
Li Wenhe pulled He Wangyao aside.
He Wangyao whispered, "What's going on now? Where's the boss? Where's everyone else?"
"The others are still in bed, probably not fully awake yet. We'll wake them up one by one and then figure out a way to escape."
Li Wenhe pressed his temples and said calmly, "If a conflict is unavoidable, throw talismans. Try to be accurate and don't waste them. We don't know how long we'll have to hold out."
No sooner had he finished speaking than a loud banging came from outside the door.
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Mingzhuo walked into the room.
He Wangyao cried tears of joy, "Boss, I almost died, thank goodness you came to save me!"
Mingzhuo hurried to meet him, a smile on his face, and said, "Really? Then I've arrived just in time. By the way, where's Li Wenhe?"
“He’s over there.” He Wangyao pointed to the person sitting on the ground. The person was obviously injured and was clutching his chest when he called out, “Boss!”
"You're injured? That's perfect, I'll send you to your death!" As Ming Zhuo walked over, he thrust his peach wood sword forward.
Ignoring He Wangyao, she pointed her sword directly at Li Wenhe. The man, already weakened and severely injured, suddenly sprang to his feet and retreated.
That jumping ability is clearly not something an ordinary person can achieve.
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