Not far away, Pei Yanchuan and Su Fengzi exchanged a glance. "Why is he crying so hard?"
"No idea. Maybe that thing really put him through hell."
Ye Mo cried quietly. It took him a while to recover, and he stood up with his eyes red.
Pei Yanchuan and Su Fengzi pretended not to notice his red eyes. They pointed down the path as though nothing had happened. "It's daylight. Shall we keep going?"
Ye Chu nodded.
The towering walls enclosed the paths in an enormous maze. They had no idea which direction would lead them onto the right path.
Facing the four paths ahead, they fell silent. "..."
Ye Chu asked, "Should we split up or go together?"
Pei Yanchuan rested a hand against his chin. "Going together would be too inefficient, but splitting up would send the danger level through the roof."
Su Fengzi yawned and said lazily, "Little Eight, aren't you lucky? Just pick a path, and we'll follow you."
Pei Yanchuan said, "...Brother One, I'm lucky, not psychic. What if I lead you down the wrong path and I'm the only one lucky enough to escape? That still counts as good luck, right?"
Su Fengzi thought it over, decided he had a point, and said nothing more.
"I'll go with Number Seven," Ye Mo said when they remained at an impasse.
Pei Yanchuan immediately asked, "Why?"
"I'm his older brother, and I want to go with him. Is there a problem?" Ye Mo gave Pei Yanchuan a cool glance. For some reason, he simply couldn't stand this kid with his wolf cut and dyed streaks.
Pei Yanchuan opened his mouth to say more, but Su Fengzi covered it. "They're brothers. If they want to go together, what business is it of yours?"
"What if Number Seven