"Strange, we were chatting just fine before, how did it suddenly break off... It seems that getting information won't be so simple. According to the Corner's design philosophy, I'll have to handle this prison guard interview myself.
There was no issue asking conceptual questions before, but once I inquired about the Dungeon's interiors, the connection was severed.
Of course, it could also be an issue with that Eye itself.
Things in this Dungeon tend to have problems, and that eyeball must have undergone physiological deconstruction. Its consciousness should also be pathological, unstable.
Next time a connection is possible, I'll try asking about the identity and origin of that eyeball... and also the Crow flock we encountered earlier."
Luo Di stared at the half-burned torch, fixing his gaze on the side of the kitchen, the source of the stench.
However, he first chose to head towards the pile of corpses.
