The Eighteen Levels of Hell: Lying is Forbidden Here

Inside the Secret Room, Chen Ran and Lin Jiabao groggily woke up in their chairs.

"Cough! Cough!"

Lin Jiabao choked out the sounds, greedily gasping for air before turning to glare fiercely at Chen Ran.

Chen Ran ignored him. Instead, he pulled out his Cigarette Case and carefully counted the number of Cigarettes left inside.

'The Cigarettes are basically my totem.'

'The amount inside is exactly the same as before I fell asleep, which means...'

'I have returned to reality.'

Lin Jiabao also recalled everything that had transpired within the four layers of their dream. His first priority was to verify whether he had truly escaped it.

Neither of them was in a rush to leave.