Zhi'er shook her head, somewhat regaining her clarity.
She struggled to get down from Feng Fuce's embrace.
"I need to go down with you to check on Third Brother."
Feng Fuce, however, held her hand.
Perhaps he didn't want to frighten the others.
He murmured softly, "Don't go. From this smell, there are at least a dozen corpses below."
Zhi'er was a bit worried, "What if Brother is in danger?"
If Fang Wushen really fell through this secret passage, it would be strange.
Why would he pull the iron chain for no reason?
Feng Fuce's eyes darkened, "I have a way."
He carried Zhi'er to a corner by a stool.
Feng Fuce took off his outer robe, laid it on the stool, to prevent Zhi'er's skirt from getting dusty.
After Zhi'er sat on the chair,
Feng Fuce bent down, his expression composed and indifferent.
He whispered, "Detaching the divine sense, I can go look."
This way, no one else could see them, and Zhi'er wouldn't get overwhelmed by the foul air below.
Zhi'er nodded.
