Only now did Ye Chen realize the man was mute!
Ye Chen said, "Don't blame your three companions. It's not that they didn't want to save you. They just couldn't!"
After leaving the room, Ye Chen suddenly stopped and turned to look at Smoker.
Smoker squirmed under his stare and gave a cold snort. "What? Is there something wrong with me?"
Ye Chen studied him for a long while before answering. "You seem to have changed. Usually, when someone's in danger, you hardly ever think of yourself. But just now, you told me to leave at once!"
"Uh..."
Smoker froze, his face reddening. He hurriedly shook his head. "No, I didn't. You must've heard wrong. Why would I care whether you live or die? You threatened to make me your errand boy, remember? I'll settle that score with you sooner or later. I couldn't care less if you die."
People were like that sometimes. They could do something and still refuse to admit it.
Before they knew it, a whole day had passed. The two had seen so many horrifying sights that they had grown almost numb. Yet Ye Chen noticed that, for all the ways Smoker had changed, his sense of justice was as fierce as ever. The moment he saw someone in danger, he rushed to help without a second thought.
The little bottle of water was soon empty. By the next day, both men were hungry and thirsty, with nothing around them to eat or drink. The heat was still brutal, making their skin burn. Ye Chen discovered to his alarm that he could no longer even sweat.
It was an extremely dangerous sign. The rooms were close to seventy degrees, the air could not circulate properly, and they had to stay alert for deadly traps that