Why Aren't You Saying Anything? Don't Tell Me You're Mad?

Luo Ye looked at the vast empty space and found himself in a difficult position. "This place is so huge, and there's no record or anything up there. It won't be easy to find."

If they had a specific area to search, it would be a little easier. But there wasn't even a hint.

Trying to find that place was like searching for a needle in the ocean, but they had no choice but to keep looking.

Judging by how this house behaved, it did have some intelligence, but not much.

If they failed to find that place, they really might die here!

There was air down here, so they would be fine for a while, but they had no food. If they stayed too long, they would definitely get sick from hunger.

Though this world was not very scientific, scientific illnesses still existed. Stomach problems, for example.

Even when he had lacked the ability to protect himself, he had always been careful to eat on time. Not to mention that after forming a team with Feitan, the quality of his meals had shot up dramatically.

So he absolutely could not stay here forever, unless someone brought him food!

"What's the problem?" Feitan sneered, spreading his hands at his sides. "Watch me..."

Since this place was so huge and hard to search, then they would make it come find them!

"No!" Luo Ye's expression changed drastically. He threw himself forward and tackled Feitan to the ground. "Calm down! If you use a big move down here, we'll get buried alive!"

An empty space would have been one thing, but this was beneath a house, with a mountain of trash nearby. If Feitan erupted here, they would definitely all be buried!

Feitan's inability to distinguish friend from foe absolutely could not show up at a time like this. Otherwise, he really would end up injuring Luo Ye, his friendly ally.

Having stopped Feitan's outburst, Luo Ye breathed a sigh of relief. Thankfully, he had been keeping an eye on him at all times. If Feitan had actually unleashed it, how could he possibly have survived?

Even with Shunpo, its effectiveness was limited in such an enclosed space.

"Aren't you getting up?" Feitan's voice came muffled from beneath his chest. Only then did Luo Ye realize that his tackle had buried Feitan completely beneath him.

Feitan was especially short, so his face had ended up pressed against an awkward spot, making Luo Ye's expression turn strange.

If he had not been such a cute boy—and if Luo Ye had not been the one who pounced on him—this would have counted as indecent assault.

Luo Ye hurriedly scrambled up in embarrassment. "Sorry, sorry. It was an emergency."

But honestly, Feitan truly deserved his reputation as the smallest member of the Phantom Troupe. He did not have a shred of flesh on him, only bones.

Luo Ye felt as though he had tackled a human skeleton. It had hurt like hell.

Luo Ye pulled the unusually silent Feitan to his feet. "I just think you can't use Nen here. If this house can't hold up and buries us underneath it, that'll be a disaster."

Feitan said nothing. He merely lowered his head and refused to look at him. Luo Ye grew a little flustered at the sight. "Why aren't you saying anything? Don't tell me you're mad?"

Luo Ye muttered to himself, That can't be it, right? I only knocked him over once. Feitan isn't that petty, is he?

Feitan spoke in a muffled voice, his delicate chin completely hidden in his high collar. "No. It's just a little hot here."

When Yezi had thrown himself on top of him just now, Feitan seemed to have touched that place on Yezi.

Soft and squishy.

At the thought, his ears reddened as though they were dripping blood. Out of Luo Ye's sight, the flush began spreading down his neck.

"Hot?" Luo Ye felt around suspiciously, utterly confused. "Strange. Why don't I feel it?"

Could the air temperature in here somehow vary from person to person? Did different people feel different temperatures?