Chapter 212: The Scum Is A Nitpicker

"Let's hurry up and find a safe place to temporarily occupy. We have to further check xiao Yun's condition." Tang Zhe said as he pulled the rope over his head and carried the unconscious Tang Yun in his arms.

The youth's face is flushed, adding more color to his healthy and white skin, and he is also uncontrollably trembling. Every time he felt something cold brush on his skin, he would flinch and jerk his arm or hand where the cold thing touched.

"Yes." they nodded and walked faster, bypassing the seemingly endless rows of stone statues that wore emotionless faces and had vacant eyes staring ahead of them, which is where they had come from.

They didn't dare look at the shadows behind the statues that seemed getting longer or stare at the statues' faces for more than one second.