There were screams from time to time, but soon the sound turned into a whimper.

After the last scream, the thick fog turned into tranquility again.

"No, there are only nine tones, and there is one person?"

The Chu envoy frowned.

At this moment, a blood-stained hand poked out from the thick fog, and a prisoner slowly crawled out of his front half, his face covered in blood.

The eyes were filled with indescribable fear.

"Zhao Jun...the soul of the dead...Changping...save me"

The prisoner murmured, as if he wanted to tell everyone something, but his voice trembled, and everyone couldn't hear anything.

Before he could finish speaking, something seemed to have caught him in the thick fog, and his expression instantly became extremely frightened.

The next moment, the prisoner was instantly dragged into it.
Chapter completed!