Before Sikong Wuyuan and Yuan Hehe could praise Jiang Ming, they realized that they still could not get out.
Just as they were about to curse, a door suddenly opened in front of them. The three of them immediately became excited.
"Ning Caichen, let's go quickly."
The three of them walked out together.
"Is it raining?"
As soon as they went out, raindrops fell on the heads of Jiang Ming and the other two.
Sikong Wuyuan raised his hand. His palm was covered in water droplets. His eyes were filled with confusion.
Just as he was about to say something, Yuan Hehe suddenly fell to the ground with a pained expression. His hands twitched as if he was trying to chase something away. He muttered, "Leave quickly. Don't stay here. Leave quickly."
However, no matter what, that thing seemed to be unable to be driven away.
In Jiang Ming and Sikong Wuyuan's eyes, he was just suddenly paralyzed on the ground and waving his hands.