The passageway was pitch-black, and Long Shan Zhang hadn't brought even a flashlight, so all he could see was a vague silhouette standing before him, without any idea who this person was.
However, although this person stood in front of him, Long Shan Zhang couldn't feel their breathing or heartbeat. The only sounds in the passageway were his own heavy breaths and pounding heartbeat.
His face was ghastly pale, and his forehead was tense enough to sweat coldly. He sat stiffly on the ground for a long while before trembling to open his mouth and asked in a quivering voice, "You... who are you?"
The person didn't speak. Long Shan Zhang still held onto some hope, thinking this person might be Oil Rat, playing a joke on him, so he tentatively asked, "Are you... You Laoshu?"
