Thinking of this, Zhang Xuanxuan's face became a little ugly, and she rang the doorbell impatiently.

No one opened the door.

Hong Shiguang was struggling to crawl towards the secret room, his body was dehydrated, leaving a clear water mark behind him. The doorbell sounded more and more illusory, and Hong Shiguang, who was aging instantly, heard his breathing sound like a broken bellows, getting heavier and heavier.