Danger!
With coordinated movements of his hands and fingers, Li vividly conveyed the warning to Qin Ran.
Then the Funeral Society member took a step back and respectfully gestured for Qin Ran to proceed.
Without the preceding gestures, the scene would have looked perfectly normal.
But with what had come before...
Qin Ran walked beneath the mouth of the well, narrowed his eyes at the rope before him, then raised his head to look up at the opening.
He did not climb the rope.
There was something strange about it.
Although it was only an intuition, Qin Ran trusted his intuition deeply.
He adjusted his angle slightly and leaped, then kicked off the wall of the well in midair. His body, which had begun to descend, shot straight out of the opening.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Just as Qin Ran emerged from the well, a series of sounds sliced through the air.
Four ropes shot out from four directions around the opening, twisting and coiling to bind Qin Ran completely. Still in midair, he stamped down hard.
[Modi's Boots] flashed with a dim light.
With no foothold to push off, Qin Ran nonetheless flipped sideways in midair, evading the ropes and landing firmly on the ground.
"Huh?"
An astonished exclamation came from nearby.
A man of medium height, with hair standing straight up and a pair of sunglasses, stared at Qin Ran in surprise.
Then he nodded as though it all made sense.
"As expected of the man who stole the portrait of Ailiterjia!"
That was what the man said.
The portrait of the thief Ailiterjia?
Qin Ran was taken aback.
But his movements did not pause.
He had already seen Kena and Chen tied up to one side. Although the Funeral Society member from earlier was still free to move,