The pitch-black sight returned to light, and Tang Zheng saw the familiar pale white walls, looking like the blood-drained face of a person, a perfect scene for filming a horror movie.
"Finally back!" Feeling safe, Li Huiwen lost the strength that had been supporting him and plopped down on the ground; the siblings couldn't help it either, thinking back on their deadly journey, they burst into tears.
"Alright, shut up already, so annoying," Sha Ou shouted, staring at the Black Cube in the room, "Trojan, get up already, start healing us."
The explosive rock version of the International Song suddenly blared, startling everyone; only then did the Cube start to spin and float up, intentionally delaying time.
"Toys, congratulations on your safe return. If nobody needs treatment, then let's move on to the scoring procedure." The Trojan's tone was punch-worthy, and it dragged out the words deliberately.
