บท 59: The Trick

Mu Yang suddenly became aware and woke up with a puzzled expression, noticing a strange woman beside him.

"Hey, you..." Mu Yang couldn't continue his words; the pain in his head was driving him almost insane.

"You... you're awake..." Zoelva's voice was soft and weak, stuttering.

Mu Yang didn't pay attention to the strange tone of the woman's voice; he asked again indifferently, "What's happening here? You're the girl in the corner tent earlier, right?"

"Yeah. Do you remember? You just... you, you..."

"Speak clearly," Mu Yang was slightly irritated and tried to hold himself together.

Zoelva shook her head, looking fearful and submissive, making anyone who saw her think she was being coerced. "No, it's nothing."

Mu Yang massaged his forehead and slowly eased the pain in his head, trying to stand up only to realize one crucial thing. "Why are we here, and what happened to our clothes? Why are they so wrinkled and messy?"