"Hosta, where are you, my dear little Hosta..."
A somewhat hoarse call appeared behind Hosta. It was the voice of Hosta's grandmother.
In Hosta's life, his grandmother was the only warm figure. Hosta's muscles twitched as he fought hard not to turn around.
He knew that his grandmother had passed away the day before he joined the Glory Church and couldn't possibly be here.
Something was tempting him to turn around, wanting to devour him!
"This is quite interesting."
Wen Wen, lurking in the shadows, marveled.
He found his surveillance was somewhat weakened; he could only see endless darkness, unable to pinpoint Hosta's position or descend beside him via the chains.
"No wonder it's called the Silent Abyss, it truly has some trickery. But why did the voice only call once and stop? That's so unprofessional."
Wen Wen smacked his lips and then grinned wickedly, whispering to Hosta through the chains.
"Hosta, your smile right now is truly beautiful."
