His cell phone and down jacket were gone, nowhere to be found in the underground palace. In their place was a strange white tunic.,The rain on his head suddenly grew louder, the wind stronger as well. The rain that was falling straight down began to slant from left to right.,Ou Yangrong's upper body still maintained the posture of clutching the rope, and he looked up blankly at a round hole that was very similar in size to a manhole cover.。