Zhou Yiming looked at Yang Chen, his expression still wooden.
Yang Chen knew what was going on. With a wave of his hand, he immediately removed the restriction within Zhou Yiming's body, intending to have a proper conversation with him.
Although the restriction inside Zhou Yiming was rather intricate and tangled, removing it was effortless for Yang Chen.
After it was removed, Yang Chen looked at Zhou Yiming again. Zhou Yiming's expression was no longer quite so wooden, yet he kept his mouth shut. He merely looked at Yang Chen without uttering a word.
Yang Chen was puzzled. He had initially assumed Zhou Yiming's silence was because, like the few people he had rescued before, his mind had been utterly destroyed and he no longer wished to live. That was why he wore such an expression.
But upon careful thought, Yang Chen sensed that something was wrong.
If Zhou Yiming truly had no desire to live, his eyes should not have been so clear. After the slave restriction had vanished into thin air, his gaze was plainly lucid and calm. He simply refused to speak, which made the matter deeply strange.
"Something's wrong." Yang Chen's soul swept over him again, and he suddenly discovered something. "Wretch, where do you think you're hiding?"
He reached out and grabbed. In an instant, a ghostly face emerged from within Zhou Yiming's body.
The moment Yang Chen pulled out the ghostly face, it immediately tried to flee and report the news.
But Yang Chen reacted with lightning speed. Space and time immediately covered the area, sealing it tightly and suppressing the ghostly face on the spot.
This made Yang Chen let out a long breath of relief. Fortunately, he had suppressed it in time. Though he possessed the Laws of Space and Time, it