The final question, Lan Chen had to know.
But Hua Weisheng's resistance was too strong; he was almost at his limit.
This was the final moment, a contest of wills between two people.
Lan Chen was struggling to get the answer before he collapsed, while Hua Weisheng was trying to delay giving the answer!
A tug-of-war.
"It's—right—here—"
Hua Weisheng's speech was very slow, with obvious pauses, each word uttered with difficulty.
The mouth wanted to speak, but she was desperately suppressing the words; this feeling was extremely excruciating.
"It's—right—here—underwater—ah—"
Hua Weisheng suddenly let out a heart-wrenching scream.
Lan Chen's face turned pale suddenly, and then he could no longer hold himself, his body staggered, and if he hadn't quickly held onto the wall, he would have fallen.
The floor of the corridor was still covered in blood, very sticky and slippery.
