At that moment, Hans looked rather terrifying, like a mummy that had been dried for many years.
"Shua shua shua"
He looked at Tang Zhen behind him. He wanted to open his mouth to say something, but his throat was unable to produce a normal sound.
Instead, it was like a broken wind box, moving in a low and hoarse voice.
Tang Zhen could see that Hans "eyes were filled with despair. At the same time, there was also a trace of pleading.
Tang Zhen might be an enemy, but he was also their only hope.
If Tang Zhen didn't help, his essence, blood, and soul would definitely be sucked dry by the oil lamp and he would turn into a dry corpse at the entrance of the ancient tomb.
However, the problem was, would Tang Zhen really help?
Hans was very clear in his heart that the fact that Tang Zhen was able to appear in front of him unscathed was already enough to explain the problem.