"Old Wang! Was it my fault?"
Jiang Ran's face was full of self-blame, tears streaming out unconsciously.
"It has nothing to do with you. I didn't hear any scream just now, he might have escaped."
Old Wang said, comforting with a smile.
"Then let's hurry and find him!" Jiang Ran grabbed Old Wang's arm.
"No need, I suspect that kid knows how to navigate this path, no one would willingly seek death."
Old Wang could only offer Jiang Ran a kind lie, "We'll take another route, by the time we get there, he might already be there."
"Okay."
Jiang Ran wiped away her tears, and left with Old Wang.
Once they were gone, Feng Lin, who had been hiding behind a stone on the opposite side of the road, stood up.
"Finally, they're gone."
Feng Lin muttered softly, his hands in his pockets, and walked deeper in.
He could sense that the road, which seemed flat, was actually sloping downwards.
Suddenly, Feng Lin looked down and saw that he had stepped on a floor tile, pressing it in.