This sudden discovery turned Quan Doufeng's legs to jelly, and Lu Youcheng, walking ahead, seemingly hadn't realized his exposure yet, rapidly doubled back, extended his left hand towards Quan Doufeng, and urged, "Get up, we're almost there!"
Now, Quan Doufeng had no choice left, at this life-and-death moment, he actually managed to suppress his fear, trying to make his expression seem natural, and similarly reached out to grasp Lu Youcheng's left hand, pretending to leverage himself up, "Sorry, it's dark, my foot... my foot just slipped."
But the moment their hands clasped, a chill shot through Quan Doufeng, too cold, Lu Youcheng's hand was ice-cold, like it had just been taken out of a freezer.