"Don't worry, I'm not as foolish as you are. Besides, if I really get tied up by these ropes, you won't need to remind me then," Duan Chen said, feeling speechless.
"After all, if even I get tied up, then the three of us will just wait here to die."
Hearing this, Bai Ye was stunned for a moment, then nodded with a wry smile, "You're right."
"But, how are you going to get us out? Oh, and why are you standing there and not coming to rescue us?"
Hearing such a silly question, Duan Chen couldn't help but wonder how Bai Ye had ever been the leader of the Sentinels.
He couldn't help but curl his lips, "Of course, it's because I can't rescue you right now. Otherwise, who would be watching these scarecrows?"
Right!
Bai Ye's mind suddenly made the connection, and he felt a bit embarrassed.
Then he changed the subject.
"So, what do you need us for after waking us up?"
This was even more foolish.
Duan Chen didn't even want to answer.
"How is Wang Zihao doing?"
Duan Chen glanced at Wang Zihao beside Bai Ye and found that Wang Zihao's body showed no signs of movement.
Bai Ye replied through telepathic communication, "His spiritual power consumption is much greater than mine, as he was constantly maintaining the communication line. He's probably in a self-induced sleep, a survival instinct to protect his body."
"Besides, the fact that we can still communicate telepathically means he should be fine."
Duan Chen thought about it and agreed.
Without paying too much attention to Wang Zihao, he said, "I can't stand in front of you, but you should be able to stand up now."
Bai Ye did have a way to stand up, but the psychological trauma caused by the angelic statue was too deep.
He tried several times before he could barely stand up unsteadily, his eyes fixed on the angelic statue on the podium, not daring to look back at Duan Chen.
Duan Chen didn't force him to look back at him. Instead, he instructed telepathically, "Don't keep looking at the angelic statue. Go behind it and watch all the scarecrows. I am currently watching all the scarecrows and the angelic statue, so they won't have any opportunity to move."
It was difficult for Bai Ye to shift his gaze away from the terrifying angelic statue.
However, because the person speaking was Duan Chen, after much hesitation, he chose to trust him.
Bai Ye limped behind the angelic statue, trying his best not to let his eyes fall on the angelic statue but instead on the scarecrows sitting below.
It was at this moment, seeing that Bai Ye was ready, that Duan Chen quickly blinked his eyes.
"Holy shit!"
At this moment, Bai Ye let out a sudden cry.
Because in that instant of blinking, the scarecrows, due to his gaze, remained motionless.
But the angelic statue, with no one watching it, swiftly moved its body, almost instantly appearing next to Bai Ye.
Bai Ye was so startled that he almost ran, but his body was too weak, and he could only sway in place, leaning tightly against the wall.
Especially when the angelic statue turned its head, its eyes were almost meeting Bai Ye's gaze.
He almost started crying.
"What the hell is Duan Chen doing? Don't screw me over here!"
Duan Chen readjusted his state, blinking his eyes again to give them a rest, and continued to watch the angelic statue that had already moved next to Bai Ye.
He frowned, realizing that perhaps because of the addition of another person, the angelic statue's speed had suddenly increased.
It was no longer as slow as before, where even moving seemed to take great effort.
His heart sank slightly, and he said, "I'm going to move forward now and take Wang Zihao with me, bringing him back here. You must keep a close watch on all the scarecrows."
"Make sure these scarecrows don't have a chance to leave their seats, otherwise, if we get surrounded, it's highly unlikely we'll be able to escape this church."
Bai Ye knew this principle and quickly nodded, "Hurry up, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on!"
He was anxious, sweat breaking out on his forehead.
"My eyes can remain still for about two to three minutes, but after that, I have to blink. Whether these scarecrows will suddenly surround us is something I can't control."
Duan Chen also understood this and, after quickly completing a blinking handover, moved forward swiftly.
He watched the angelic statue, his eyes unmoving, only using his peripheral vision to look at Wang Zihao lying on the ground.
When he reached Wang Zihao, he quickly kicked him.
The tip of his shoe dug under Wang Zihao's body, kicking upwards, regardless of whether Wang Zihao would be injured. He firmly lifted him.
The moment the ropes on Wang Zihao's body touched him, Duan Chen felt as if he had been burned and immediately threw Wang Zihao aside.
Bai Ye was almost crying.
He exclaimed in disbelief, "What the hell are you doing?"
Duan Chen frowned slightly.
"These ropes on him will absorb my spiritual power. I can't touch them."
As a result of suffering unexpected secondary damage, Wang Zihao woke up, opened his eyes, and looked at the ceiling in confusion.
"Where am I... Wait, I remember, Bai Ye... Instructor, why are you here too?"
For some reason, even though Duan Chen's eyes weren't looking at him, Wang Zihao's heart suddenly tightened: he had a feeling that something bad was about to happen.
Immediately, as if to confirm his intuition, he suddenly heard Duan Chen say, "I can't touch the ropes on you, and I don't know how to solve it right now, so, I apologize."
Wang Zihao was slightly stunned.
"What's wrong, why are you suddenly apologizing..."
He was about to say this, but before he could even finish, he suddenly felt his throat tighten.
It was like his mother's winter undershirt.
Duan Chen's spiritual power transformed into a rope shimmering with colorful light, clamping onto Wang Zihao's neck.
"Pardon me."
Duan Chen retracted the rope in his hand, forming a collar.
It didn't fully bind his neck, but rather was placed under his jaw, and he dragged Wang Zihao to his feet like a dead dog.