Even though the summer night was so hot, even the humid air was a little scorching, Zhongli Han still felt cold like never before.

Wrapped in a blanket, she huddled in the corner of the couch.

No matter how much the merchant tried to persuade her, she would not go back to the house.

The room was dark, small, and stuffy.

It's like those skulls soaking in a tank of water. They can't see anything, they're crammed into a small space, and they can't breathe.

Now, even standing on the ground can make her legs go limp.

It was just the thickness of a floor that separated them from those monsters.

She would always unconsciously think about what if there was an earthquake or something else that caused the floor to collapse......

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