Chapter 615: Chapter 511: _4

"Go check out the tent," Yang Xiao headed towards the largest tent in the center. There wasn't a soul inside the tent, not even a carpet on the floor, just a few statues even more dilapidated than those outside. In the center was a cartoon throne, like something you'd see in an animated film. He wiped his hand across it and the paint peeled off severely.

"Strange..." Yang Xiao muttered to himself as he looked around the tent.

Prisoner No.199 followed into the tent and saw Yang Xiao fixated on the throne. He too, walked over and wiped the throne just like Yang Xiao, and sure enough, his palm picked up some flaking multicolored paint, "What's strange?"

Yang Xiao didn't respond, instead bending down and sniffing lightly at the throne; he suddenly made a "Hmm?" sound as if he had discovered something.

Prisoner No.199, dubious, bent over too and brought his head close to mimic Yang Xiao's action, but all he smelled was the unpleasant odor of paint.

"Thud!"