Sir Ares, Goodnight

It stuck out like a sore thumb.

Jay walked toward it, reached out, and knocked on the gypsum wood. The knocking sound echoed from its hollow interior. Jay forcefully pushed against it and the gypsum wood slid to the side.

There was another layer of the wall, but it was sealed up with phoebe zhennan wood, so it looked very sturdy.

Between the inner and outer layers of the wall was a path. It was pitch-black inside.

Jay turned on the torch on his phone and went inside to walk along the path. He saw that the path was made up of steps like a stairway, each step no wider than thirty centimeters. A normal person would not be able to go through it.

Jay's face paled a little. The strands of hair in his hand burned like they would consume him in its flames.

Tempest found the chestnut-colored hair in that path. Could it be that she lived there?

Could she be considered a normal person, then?

"Mr. President." Tempest's voice rang out of nowhere.

Jay slowly turned around.

Tempest watched as the president shook and

lips pale. He was worried

arms anxiously. "When you find her, save

when he saw the strands

President, I'll help you

on a chair and poured him a glass of hot water. "Mr. President, have some

glass and

was because of his excessive lack of sleep recently, hence a few symptoms had manifested. He did not want to think

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the path, his eyes glowing with brilliance. He stuck his head into the narrow path, shrunk his body,

and finally arrived at a wider space. He stretched his

his vision could see, but his instincts told him that there were people around

phone and turned on the torch. It was also because of this move that his neck now had

him hostage. He wore a veil and only his

heck are you?" The man had the strength of a bull. He grabbed Tempest by the back of

"Move."

him. His eyes glanced toward a woman in the corner. She was looking

woman