The crowd panicked upon hearing the words.
A boudoir young lady forced a smile and said, "Could Lord Fang be joking with us too?"
Everyone turned their heads and called out in all directions.
Fang Youzhen anxiously walked forward.
"Wuxi! Where are you?!"
No one responded.
Zhi'er felt dizzy.
She patted Feng Fuce, "Brother Fu Ce, I can't walk anymore, help me to that chair over there to sit for a while."
"They're all looking for Brother Wuxi, you go help them, I'll wait for you here."
But Feng Fuce calmly said, "I can carry you and still help them search."
"There's something in this place, I don't know if it's good or evil, I can't let you sit here alone."
After all, Zhi'er was drunk.
At that moment, Feng Fuce saw out of the corner of his eye.
The thing protruding from the ground that almost tripped Zhi'er earlier, seemed to be an iron chain.
The dilapidated underground cell was so dark.
Others couldn't see it clearly and simply overlooked it.
