Yang Qiangjin nervously looked toward the darkness inside the tent, from which seemed to emanate voices...
"So hungry... so hungry... I'm so hungry..."
The two who had just entered the tent heard the more distinct moaning.
Their Divine Sense swept over, but the entire tent was pitch black, as if a layer of viscous dark matter was blocking their Divine Sense.
The two exchanged a glance and both shook their heads.
"Aunt, it seems we'll have to rely on our five senses..."
"Mm, this way, the sound is coming from here."
This tent was not a resting place for the soldiers of Guangning City; it was more like a giant pit-like tent.
Every day, Zhong Yi would bring food inside, stay for a while, and then come out to seal the place, forbidding anyone to enter.
Yang Min and the others speculated that perhaps Zhong Yi was engaging in some sordid activity... like the government officials rearing mice at the station.
Huff~
