Jian Chongying was in so much pain that his face was white and colorless. Ignoring the pain, he immediately shouted at Qi Hao and Wang Xuewen, "Let's run back!"
The three were just about to retreat into the secret room and run back the other way, when the sound of scraping rang out again up ahead.
A skeleton was standing hunched next to a stone pillar and sharpening a blade on it. As it did so, the head on the skeletal frame suddenly turned 180 degrees to look at them; that face was clearly Si Yinghua's - no, it should be said that the head was clearly Si Yinghua's.
Si Yinghua had gone blind in one eye. His face was smeared with blood and his mouth had been sewn tightly shut with needle and thread. If they hadn't been very familiar with his appearance, they might not have recognized him right away.
