In the pitch-blackness where moonlight did not reach, three shadowy figures were indistinctly scattered.,On the tenth throw, the lotus-shaped golden lamp at the mouth of the hole was no longer pulled back by him. The steady resistance travelled from the straight rope to Ouyang Rong's calloused tiger's mouth.,Right at the edge of the cave, he not only heard the roar of the flood and the howl of the wind, but also faintly...the wails of many people.。