The lights flickered on and off again, and the accompanying wails became even more shrill and piercing, chilling to the bone.
Jiang Xiao's gaze shifted from the curator and turned to the Night Watchman.
"Since that's the case, then you must know who instructed you to do these things, right?"
Jiang Xiao's voice was calm and deep, each word striking the hearts of both men.
The curator and the Night Watchman exchanged glances, a hint of hesitation showing in their eyes.
But recalling Jiang Xiao's solo battle with the giant spider, they decided to come clean.
The curator swallowed, his lips trembling slightly before he finally spoke.
"Alright, we'll take you to the vault. But you have to assure our safety."
Jiang Xiao nodded; his gaze was firm, as if he could see deep into a person's soul.
"I give my assurance on the life of Wang Dayong."
Curator: "?"
