"Duan Rong, are you afraid?"
Yin Cong suddenly raised his head, the flickering candlelight dancing across his face.
His gaze fixed on Duan Rong, like a drowning man desperately seeking something to hold onto.
Duan Rong also looked at Yin Cong.
In the dim glow of the candle flame, Yin Cong's pale face and fearful eyes sent a chill through Duan Rong's heart.
In that moment of trance, he felt as if he had been transported into a horror movie from a past life...
In that horror movie, in the end, everyone died, except for the Demon King, who continued to roam the world in search of the next batch of prey...
And in it, there was someone whose expression was exactly the same as Yin Cong's now.
Duan Rong understood what Yin Cong meant.
He sensed danger and wanted to form an alliance with him for warmth.
But Duan Rong really didn't want to bring him along.
Because stupidity is incurable.
