Future 254

Soon, Yu Hong stood in front of the gray-black wall, gazing up silently.

Swoosh.

He suddenly leaped, precisely landing in front of the window he had discovered last time.

Through the round window, that man with the disheveled short hair and pale face was still on the other side.

Seeing him appear, the man immediately became excited, beating on the window incessantly with his hands.

Without hesitation, Yu Hong took out a sheet of paper and with a charcoal pencil, swiftly wrote a line of Night Text characters.

He couldn't write, but he was able to copy directly from the translator machine.

"My name is Hong, and I am a traveler who strayed into this place by mistake. Who are you, and why are you imprisoned here?"

The man seemed to understand and quickly searched the ground, soon finding an irregular piece of yellow wood. He found a red pencil and began writing rapidly on it.

The wooden piece was quickly held up, facing Yu Hong.