The car continued to move, and after another hour or so it finally stopped. Once the car halted, some people got on and blindfolded the seven children amidst their terrified cries, then took them off the car.
Luo Yirui and Jing Changle pressed their lips tightly together. Although they weren't crying, their little faces under the black cloth were exceptionally pale.
Stumbling, Luo Yirui felt himself being pushed down the stairs, no, it should be the basement. Because of the blindfold, he couldn't see; someone was holding his shirt collar from the back, preventing him from falling, but it was extremely uncomfortable.
He felt like he walked down several flights of stairs, yet didn't sense any corners that typically mark the end of each flight, as if they didn't exist.
Despite being blindfolded, their descent wasn't slow. They still walked for over ten minutes, and when his feet finally touched solid ground, the force on his collar disappeared as well.
