Want to Die? It’s Not That Easy!

They restarted the journey. There were no more dangers, and they passed through the red zone safely.

Late at night, a sole lantern illuminated the bottom cellar. Simon, starved for the whole day, wolfed down the dinner Ye Qingxuan had provided, without caring if there was poison in it.

Ye Qingxuan propped up his legs and watched. "Let’s talk. Why did you attack me?"

"You really don’t know anything." Done eating, Simon wiped his mouth. He asked slowly, "Do you have some enemy who doesn’t like you and decided to throw you in here? No, this opportunity is so rare. No one would waste it on you…oof!"

Ye Qingxuan retracted his hand and stopped the pain hint. He said lightly, "I ask and you answer."

"Auschwitz," Simon answered obediently. "The Auschwitz trial."

"What’s that?" Ye Qingxuan furrowed his brows. "What does that have to do with you attacking me?"