"You're... not dead?"
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, saying gratefully, "Mr. Shen, I paid no attention to anything else and just did my job. It really let me go!"
Shen Hai looked down at the pocket watch in his hand and snapped it shut with a click. "One forty-nine. It hasn't been an hour yet. It let you out on its own?"
Deep Valley Dusk nodded vigorously. "Yes, yes. First she told me to go over to the window. I stayed there for a while, then she said she needed the toilet and wanted me to carry her on my back."
"You carried it?!" Soup Dumpling swallowed, looking somewhat horrified, and moved a little farther away from Deep Valley Dusk.
"That's what it asked for. 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 to whisper, "It looked like it weighed over two hundred pounds, but it definitely weighed less than that when I carried it. Its whole body was ice-cold and slippery. It felt disgusting. When I carried it, it was like having a python coiled around my back..."
That description sent chills down their spines.
"Then what? What else happened?" Xiaotian pressed as well. After Soup Dumpling, it would be his turn. None of them had any clues right now; every extra piece of information would give them a little more confidence.
"Then..." Deep Valley Dusk swallowed, but before he could