"Including the day you spent recovering after I treated you, we've been here for a total of four days." Zhang Po understood; these four days seemed as if they were a dream, and he had indeed experienced a journey from life to death and back, as if he had passed through the gates of hell.
As his thoughts wandered, he suddenly remembered the matter of the secret code and asked Chang Wei, "Can you give me the code of your Chang family? It's really important to us."
Chang Wei flipped his hands, and a wooden wedge slid down the thread before Zhang Po. This wedge, like the previous two, was a prism shape with strange characters carved on it, clearly showing the code of the Chang family.
"I've been wanting to give it to you, but my father insisted on keeping you here, so I had no choice." Chang Wei shrugged.
