"Hey, you're here?" Zhou Hao waved with a grin.
Murong glanced at him. "Why did you come back to this place again?"
Zhou Hao paused, then his mouth twitched as he thought, Damn it, this really is that old man Du Tianhong's tomb.
The moment he entered this secret chamber, he had found the architectural style familiar. Now that Murong had confirmed it, he was certain—this damned palace was Du Tianhong's tomb.
He suppressed the complaints in his heart and smiled. "This isn't that secret chamber."
"Of course I know." Murong shot him a sidelong glance, then lightly raised her brows. "This tomb is quite lively!"
Zhou Hao smiled as he explained, "It seems a group of people dug it up, so there should be three... no, several have died already. I don't know how many are left now."
Murong chuckled softly. "Twenty-one people. There was even one who had been possessed by some special substance, but his killing intent was too heavy. Better that he died."
The instant her words fell, a red-eyed man within the palace froze into a block of ice. His body shattered and scattered across the ground.
Standing before the red-eyed man was Zhu Shaoyuan, his face pale with terror. Only after the man died did he slowly recover from his fright.
Zhu Shaoyuan gasped for breath, clutching his chest as shock churned within him.
Just now, he had seemed to see a scene straight from hell. It felt as though the blood in his heart could burst forth at any moment. Luckily, the man before him had suddenly died. Otherwise, he would likely have died already.
"Who exactly killed him?" Zhu Shaoyuan murmured as he looked at the ice scattered all over the floor, then hurriedly left.
Why bother thinking so much? Staying alive