"Ah, um, don't worry, there's already some progress."
Song Lan responded through the door to someone inside.
Although he didn't know who the other party mistook him for or what task had been entrusted to him, none of that stopped him from saying so.
However, this time, he had met his match.
After receiving a reply, there was a moment of silence from inside, followed by some noises behind him. He turned around and found that the wall he had shattered to open the entrance had been resealed, trapping him completely in the space. Then, the slightly ajar door in front of him opened, and an oil lamp on the table was lit. Song Lan finally saw the appearance of the speaker.
A skeleton sat in the interrogation chair.