Qian Cangyi darted out, swift as a cheetah, yet Zhu Chi failed to keep up with his pace.
The pillow person, prepared for some time now, fell straight down from above, landing on Zhu Chi.
A muffled sound came from behind.
Qian Cangyi stopped in his tracks, legs spread apart as he turned back to look at Zhu Chi.
At this moment, Zhu Chi stretched out his hands, trying to grasp the gaps in the floor to break free from the pillow person's confinement, but after all, he was just a child, with no way to compete against the pillow person.
"Help me—"
Zhu Chi's voice abruptly stopped as the pillow person enveloped him completely.
"Dead?" Qian Cangyi took a deep breath.
If Zhu Chi were to die here, the consequences wouldn't be just the failure to complete the commission; this mysterious prison would also become his own grave.
The appearance of the pillow person was definitely not simple.
After making a decision, Qian Cangyi charged towards the pillow person.
