457 Netherworld, Long Black Hair

Creak...

A sound that seemed like it had come from ancient times rang out as the cabin's bronze gate were opened once again.

Nangong Wuque felt as if he was close to suffocating. However, when he felt the light reflect into the cabin from outside, his strength began to recover. He suddenly intended to rush out of the cage-like place but discovered that his body couldn't budge; although his strength had recovered, he still couldn't move. He felt as though he was being pressed down by a heavy mountain, preventing him from gasping for breath.

Nangong Wuque's eyes widened, and he twisted his butt, trying to crawl. 

However, after a short while, he felt an ice-cold strand of hair touching his neck.

His entire body stiffened immediately. He turned his head around strenuously and found himself staring at an ice-cold face.