"What do we do now?"
Huang Yiri suddenly panicked, "I knew something would go wrong. My divinations are never off. The hexagrams clearly said Old Zhou would die today. What do we do now?"
"Well, it looks like Old Zhou can't die today."
After hesitating for a moment, Sun Defeng spoke: "Lao Huang, I still have one skill."
"?"
Huang Yiri was puzzled, "What skill do you have?"
"Sleeping Skill."
Sun Defeng's face revealed a wickedly mischievous grin, "How about that?"
"¿"
Huang Yiri's mouth twitched slightly, "You're not thinking of using the Sleeping Skill to cripple me and squeeze me out, are you?"
"What else?"
Sun Defeng was taken aback and then said, "If it wasn't for your Biyang-sized ball of a body getting stuck here, we'd have been out long ago."
"Can't you think of a method that a human could use?"
Huang Yiri cursed, "This is the groove's gourd mouth, you would get stuck too if you were here. And now you're barking at me? Are you acting like an animal or what?"
