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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

He was

Jay suddenly grabbed Tempest's arms anxiously. "When you find

he saw the strands of hair in

I'll help you save her," Tempest said

him a glass of hot water. "Mr. President, have

took the glass and necked

weakness coursing through his body. He thought perhaps it was because of his excessive lack of sleep recently, hence a few symptoms had manifested. He did

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with brilliance. He stuck his head into the narrow path, shrunk his body, and wiggled his way

maintained his composure and finally arrived at

see, but

turned on the torch. It was also

a smile. He looked up at the man holding him hostage. He wore a veil and only his eyes were

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

"Move."

scanned the mysterious place around him. His eyes glanced toward a woman in the corner. She was looking at

That woman had long,