Ye Qing was completely speechless. He glanced at Bai Li Xi and said, "You're just being unreasonable!"
"What do you mean by unreasonable? My words are well-founded, this is called arguing based on reason!" Bai Li Xi muttered, hurriedly opening the secret room door.
The secret room was pitch black inside. Bai Li Xi turned on the light next to him, and from afar, they saw a man lying on the ground in the center of the room.
This man was Nine-Fingers Wu Yong. He lay motionless, without any indication of alive or dead. But judging by his appearance, it's likely there's more trouble than hope.
"It's terrible, terrible, terrible, not even a scream, he must be dead!" Bai Li Xi said gloomily.
"Hard to say, it's been three days, maybe he's just fainted from hunger." Ye Qing said.
"Of course, I hope he's just fainted from hunger!" Bai Li Xi muttered, hurriedly walking into the center of the inner room to turn Nine-Fingers Wu Yong over.
