The air was deathly silent, the crowd who had been whispering like watching a monkey show completely lost their voices.
Wu Xinghuan was momentarily frozen in place as if his brain had crashed, Xiao Yong, who was holding his arms, slightly frowned, and Luo Yi fell into deep thought.
As for Koala, scratching his head as before, those bewildered beady eyes were becoming more like a real koala.
Your graves...
After a long pause, he broke the silence and said.
"So... are we already dead?"
"Yes." Night Ten replied with his eyes closed.
"Then how did we die?" Koala asked, still unwilling to give up, "There must be a reason, right?"
"How should I know how you died," Night Ten looked at him incredulously, speaking with justified certainty, "It's not like I'm in the grave yet."
"Hiss... That's right," Koala seemed convinced, scratching the back of his head and muttered to himself, "You haven't gone in yet."
