Tomb Lingchen shook his head, as if he wanted to shake off the remaining numbness and the confusion of not knowing what to do.

He couldn't sit up, but his hands and feet were free. Fei Chen was not a fat man weighing 200 kilograms. If he wanted to, he could flip him out right now - if Fei Chen was really a fat man weighing 200 kilograms. Tomb Lingchen should have gone westward by now. It's normal for him to react under pressure in this situation.

But I don't know what's ...