Looking at the woman before her, who seemed half-mad, Ding Xueyi stepped forward and asked, "Could you tell us about this Dead Realm?"
The woman glanced at her and lowered her head slightly. A low, chilling laugh escaped her lips. "Heh... What good would knowing about the Dead Realm do you? Do you still hope to get out? Impossible. No one can leave this place. It's a safe prison, and we're the prisoners locked inside."
"If you don't try, how can you know it can't be done?" Ding Xueyi took a few more steps, slowly approaching the woman.
"Wishful thinking! Wishful thinking!" The woman shook her head wildly, then grabbed her hair with both grimy hands. "Why won't you stay here with us? What's wrong with this place—"
She rambled on, looking mentally unstable.
Ding Xueyi studied her closely. She suddenly recalled the woman who had feigned madness in the last Dead Realm. Lifting the hem of her jacket slightly, she drew her gun with her right hand.
The moment the silver-white pistol appeared, the woman froze. Her eyes cleared at once, and she slowly retreated two steps. Even her speech became coherent. "I just didn't answer your question properly. Is there really any need to pull a gun?"
"You misunderstand." Ding Xueyi took a handkerchief from her left breast pocket and gently wiped the pistol. "I'm just cleaning my gun and checking whether it works. After all, once you're in a Dead Realm, you have to be ready to fight."
She put away the handkerchief, took a piece of white chocolate from her pocket, and offered it with a smile. "Now, could you tell me your name and what this Dead Realm is like?"
"Dolly. You can call me Dolly." The woman carefully accepted the chocolate, hurriedly tore open