"This? Whose bloodstain is this?" Fei'er looked at the traces of blood on the ground, asking worriedly, then shook her head, "It can't be Jesse's. Don't worry, Tianmiao, he'll be fine. Let's go ahead and check." Actually, she knew very well that these bloodstains were probably Jesse's. But to comfort Tianmiao, she said so.
Tianmiao nodded, and before she could say anything, Fei'er picked her up and hurried forward. The staircase was long and very old, and the two didn't know how long they had been walking, but there was finally light ahead.
Up ahead seemed to be a circular arena, with a square high platform in the middle, and someone was lying weakly on it.
"It's Jesse!" Fei'er exclaimed and hurried forward.
Jesse lay unconscious on the platform, with what seemed like an injury on his lower leg, but fortunately, the wound wasn't large, and the blood had stopped.
"Jesse, Jesse!" After putting Tianmiao down, Fei'er was about to touch Jesse.
