A choking sense of death surged in my heart.
"Save...save..."
With nearly all his strength, he uttered those two words.
But the boy in front of him seemed utterly indifferent.
"My lord, what are you saying? I can't hear you clearly."
"...Save..."
Strength, disappearing.
Consciousness, blurring.
By the time Shan Sichen snapped back to his senses...
"Hiss—ha—hiss—ha—"
He was gasping for breath, his forehead covered with cold sweat, his entire head buzzing.
Only when he saw the prison guards dealing with the demon corpses around him and himself placed in the middle of the corridor did he knock his head.
He seemed to have lost a part of his memory.
Or rather, he must have been strangled unconscious by that prisoner and passed out.
"I'm still alive?"
Shan Sichen could hardly believe it.
He thought he was surely doomed!
The monster-like Yangshen Hall patroller, the demon attack, and the prisoners' collusion!
