Ye Que thought he was as good as dead.
The moment he was about to give up hope and close his eyes, he suddenly felt a rope shoot out from some direction, wrap steadily around his waist—and by the time he reacted, he was already soaring into the air and flying over the wall.
He had just landed when a man's voice, enchanting as the song of the heavens, rang out beside his ear, "Damn, you weigh like over 150 pounds, so heavy."
Ye Que, "..."
He turned towards the source of the voice but saw no one.
Was the night too dark for him to see, or did the person have the ability to vanish?
Right after, a flashlight fell from above his head. He had just bent down to pick up the flashlight when the man's voice came again from around him.
"Head north, and you'll meet her and escape their pursuit. You only have three seconds to think it over, Ye Que. Until we meet again."