"Looks like I have plenty of people willing to help me."
Chen Ge and Ying Tong opened their eyes and faced this bloody, cruel world. They would run no longer.
The arrival of one Red-Clothed after another put Ying Chen under pressure. The entire building shook, and corpses began falling from the walls in droves. Each one harbored deep resentment and curses.
It seemed the Underworld Fetus had turned the world behind Ying Tong's door into a place to raise curses. This door contained more curses than any other door Chen Ge had entered.
"Chen Ge, only one of Ying Chen's many faces is real. That's his weakness." After opening his eyes again, Ying Tong had found someone to rely on. Compared to Ying Chen, the boy felt that Chen Ge was more like his older brother.
Even in a pitch-black world, even when he couldn't see a thing, Chen Ge stubbornly described a beautiful, colorful world to Ying Tong.
For Ying Tong, trapped in darkness and despair, Chen Ge's words strengthened his resolve and kept him from wavering.
He had managed to open his eyes because Chen Ge had risked his life to make it happen.
The world behind the door had been woven from the Door Pusher's memories. Ying Tong wouldn't just remember what Chen Ge had told him; he would keep it in his heart as a warmth that would stay with him for the rest of his life.
This boy hadn't become like Ying Chen. It had taken incredible strength for him to hold on until now.
In fact, from their earlier conversation, Chen Ge had already understood what Ying Tong was thinking. The boy had staked everything on escaping a fourth time. If he failed again, he might give up.
His three escape attempts had