Kapitel 1050: Spark of realization

Die? Die? Why the heck do I need to die? It's not like I had a choice about going to that place. That darn mountain kidnapped me and threw me in there!

Yang Qing immediately started panicking, cursing, and lamenting his dire situation. His fear made him forget that he was the one who had chosen to sneak a peek into the hut.

That curse wouldn't have touched him if he hadn't seen the figure there. But now, here he was.

Yang Qing's bitter gaze fell upon the scroll tubing in his hand. Perhaps because of the death threat, it felt heavier than it had at first. Or maybe his eyes were playing tricks on him, but the rust stains on it now looked less like rust stains and more like blood stains.

The tubing seemed to warp in his grasp, an ominous cloud forming around it, twisting into the shape of a mouth that wore a sinister grin.