Zhong Ling woke groggily. Looking at Duan Yu not far away, sorrow showed in her eyes.
Am I dead too? Still, at least it didn't hurt, and I wasn't tortured before I died.
And with such a handsome big brother here with me, I won't be lonely either.
Perhaps because of Zhong Ling's movements, Duan Yu on the other side opened his eyes as well.
When he sat up and saw Zhong Ling, the two could only stare wide-eyed at each other.
"Miss Zhong Ling, are you dead too? I'm the one who dragged you into this."
A look of deep self-reproach appeared on Duan Yu's face.
"Big Brother Duan, don't be sad. Dying didn't hurt at all. It was just like falling asleep."
Zhong Ling instead comforted Duan Yu.
Only then did the two begin looking around.
It's so gloomy. So this must be the underworld. It looks just like a cave. I wonder where the ghost officials here to guide the dead are.
At that moment, the sounds of the two getting up caught Little Dezzi's attention, and he walked in from outside the cave.
When Duan Yu saw Little Dezzi, the guilt on his face deepened. He remembered this little brother as a good man who had protected him. Had he been dragged down by him as well...?
"Are you two putting on an opera?"
Little Dezzi looked at them with dead fish eyes, not knowing how to describe this with words.
"The Prince doesn't want you dead. Even King Yama wouldn't dare take you. Come with me."
Little Dezzi's words left both of them looking bewildered.
Why did that sound a little off?
Yet as they followed Little Dezzi out, and after he explained things until he was nearly out of patience, the two fools finally