Stop hitting!
Long Ye stared wide-eyed at the ceiling, a terrified and shocked expression hung on his face.
Before long, Long Ye blinked his eyes.
Two thoughts arose spontaneously.
Not dead?
Where am I?
"Ah—" Realizing he was not dead, Long Ye hurriedly tried to move his body, but as soon as he moved, he felt a sharp pain.
This pain felt like some flesh slipped into the cracks of a broken bone, and when one exerted force, the bone began to pinch the flesh.
At this moment, a sudden voice came from behind.
"Long Ye."
Long Ye quickly looked towards the source of the voice, but because his body was lying on the ground and could not move, and his neck hurt to the bone when moved, he could only shout blindly.
"Who?"
"Who's there?"
"Come out!"
Wen Ping slowly walked from behind to stand in front of Long Ye, standing with hands behind his back, gazing down at Long Ye with a hint of coldness in his eyes.
This coldness was not one of hostility.
