"You... didn't die?"
Soup Dumpling was so nervous that he blurted out the wrong thing.
"What do you mean by that!"
Deep Valley Dusk glared at him.
"No... that's not what I meant. I mean, you came out without a single injury?"
Soup Dumpling explained.
"Hmph." Deep Valley Dusk ignored him and turned to Shen Hai instead, saying gratefully, "Mr. Shen, I didn't concern myself with anything else. I just did my job, and it really let me go!"
Shen Hai looked down at the pocket watch in his hand, snapped it shut with a click, and said, "One forty-nine. It hasn't been an hour yet. It let you out of its own accord?"
Deep Valley Dusk nodded hard. "Yes, yes. First, she told me to go over to the window. I stayed there for a while, then she said she needed to use the toilet and wanted me to carry her on my back."
"You carried it?!" Soup Dumpling swallowed, looking somewhat terrified, and moved a little farther away from Deep Valley Dusk.
"That's what it demanded. Would you dare refuse?" At this point, Deep Valley Dusk felt a lingering fear himself. Only after glancing back at the Apartment's tightly shut door did he dare say quietly, "It looked like it weighed over two hundred jin, but it definitely weighed less than that when I carried it. Its whole body was icy cold and slippery. It felt disgusting. When I carried it, it was like having a python wrapped around my back..."
That description sent chills down their spines.
"Then what? What else happened?" Xiaotian pressed as well. His turn came after Soup Dumpling's. None of them had any idea what was going on, and any extra information they could gather would give them a little more confidence.
"Then..."