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"Save me!" The figure in the darkness stretched out his hand to Shang Jianyao like a drowning person attempting to grasp the last straw.

Shang Jianyao's body was cold as if he was slowly sinking in the winter water. As the hand approached him, the glimmering darkness in front of him shook violently.

Finally, the darkness silently shattered. Rays of sunlight shone in, allowing the black coffin and the mummy in linen clothes to appear in Shang Jianyao's eyes again.

His consciousness returned to the real world. At the same time, his body was still clearly numb, and many of his nerve endings were throbbing.

"What happened?" Jiang Baimian retracted her left hand—which still had some electric sparks—and asked in concern, "I only tried to wake you up when I saw your expression distort."

At this point, she sighed thankfully. "Fortunately, you took off your mask!"

"How long has it been?" Shang Jianyao asked in response.