The crowd let out a scream.
"What's going on?"
"What's wrong with her?"
The old man let out a sinister laugh, full of schadenfreude.
The strong man was furious, "Old man, why are you laughing? What's wrong with this woman?"
The old man shook his head, "How would I know, maybe she's dead, maybe she's not, but I reckon you'll never see her again!"
"What do you mean?" Jian ZaiXin's eyes flashed as he asked in a deep voice.
"Anyone who gets absorbed is never heard from again, so I'd advise you not to touch anything in this room, otherwise bear the consequences yourselves!"
The crowd was in turmoil, and someone shouted, "Then what do we do? Are we just supposed to sit here and wait to die?"
"Wait to die?" The old man sneered, "You're thinking too beautifully. This place...is far scarier than you imagine!"
Just as he finished speaking, not waiting for the crowd to ask questions.
