Chapter 142: I'm afraid; I need you to hold my hand to go in

Feng Fuce leads the way.

Before entering, he placed his hand behind him.

"Hold on, so you don't fall and hit me." He said, turning his head slightly.

Bai Zhi'er puffed up her cheeks and quickly placed her small hand into his palm.

"Here's my little nest hand, hold it tight!"

Feng Fuce tightened his fingers, grasping the soft little hand.

The feeling was like kneading dough.

A dark, damp smell, mixed with a strong stench of blood, rushed towards them.

Bai Zhi'er furrowed her little eyebrows and immediately pinched her nose with her small hand.

"So smelly!"

Chu Ping followed at the back, holding a lamp to light the way.

Having spent years among the Xiuluo Guard, he naturally knew the smell of blood.

His expression shifted from his previous teasing demeanor to one of seriousness.

"Be careful, Marquis." He warned.

However, when they descended the stairs,

the lamp in Chu Ping's hand illuminated a modest-sized iron cage.