Although Ling'er did not think an IOU could be of any use,
she still generously wrote it out according to the terms they had agreed on earlier.
Born into a distinguished family, she had exquisitely graceful handwriting.
Passerby A, however, had no interest in admiring her handwriting.
Only after confirming that she had indeed written the IOU according to his demands did he gleefully put it away.
"Now that the IOU has been written, come with this old man!"
He grabbed Ling'er's arm, his figure flashed, and he had already rushed out of the building.
Watching the door being shut again by Passerby A,
everyone looked at one another.
Was this... over...?
Everyone's voices trembled.
They had watched their hope of survival silently slip away right before their eyes. How could they possibly bear it?
While they stared at one another,
the two Void Realm martial cultivators who had also been responsible for guarding Ling'er earlier were already walking toward the door.
Clearly, they did not want to stay here and wait for death any longer.
With the Void Realm experts giving their all to defense, they seemed as though they had crawled into Turtle Shells.
The expressions of the dozen or so Shining Star Position martial cultivators grew increasingly ugly.
"They... all left?"
"What should we do now?"
"Should we try escaping too?"
"How can we escape? Didn't you hear Elder Lu describe how powerful those three Ghost Corpse Kings are?"
"We don't even need to wait for the Ghost Corpse Kings to strike. If all of us ran into a single Ghost Corpse Slave, we'd die!"
"Yeah! If not for that native brat leading the way, we never could have escaped here alive."
"How about... we let him lead us out again? With them drawing the Ghost Corpse