Zhu Yu felt her heart pounding violently in her chest, the lingering fear making goosebumps rise layer by layer, refusing to dissipate.
She crouched carefully, daring not to move an extra step, wanting to pull her pant leg free from the iron needle.
She tugged, but the iron needle didn't budge, and the force with which it was embedded in the wall startled Zhu Yu.
After some cautious effort, she finally pulled the trapped pant leg free, but Zhu Yu changed her mind — she wanted the iron needle.
Who knew what kind of dangers lay ahead? The design of this tunnel clearly left one with no choice but to keep moving forward.
She couldn't proceed empty-handed.
Compared to the quicksand behind, the iron needle might actually be useful.
This tunnel couldn't have been used for the first time; otherwise, the faint smell of blood wouldn't linger inside.
But not a single iron needle was visible on the wall, naturally, someone removed them when they entered later to handle the situation.
