"Should we take a look?" Xu Yanxing asked.
"Sure."
"But don't go too deep. Just make sure the area nearby is safe."
When they came to an unfamiliar place,
it was impossible to stay there without knowing anything about their surroundings.
But they weren't there to hunt for treasure, so there was no need to risk exploring the entire area. Knowing what was around them was enough.
Neither of them did something brainless like splitting up.
In a place like this, if they split up, they might really be separated by the time they met again.
"The people of Gray Mist Port seem to really like red beans."
Xu Yanxing pushed open a door.
It wasn't locked.
Inside were enough beans and grains to fill half the room. Unfortunately, they had been stored poorly and already gave off a moldy smell.
"Room Number One."
He glanced at the plaque, which bore a number.
"This room won't open."
"There's no lock on the outside. Could someone have locked it from the inside? Is someone in there?"
Yao Hu pushed at Room Three.
It didn't budge at all.
"I once heard a story."
"More than twenty years ago, a massive tomb was discovered in the wasteland. It was supposedly the mausoleum of a feudal emperor from before the Great Cataclysm. Somehow, it had miraculously survived the Great Cataclysm."
"More than a thousand years had passed, yet it remained perfectly intact."
Yao Hu took two steps back.
Instead of forcing the door open, he walked toward Door Number Four.
Click!
Door Number Four opened.
It was practically empty. Only a few scattered grains lay on the floor, making it look as if someone had cleared everything out.
"There were no evil spirits in that tomb."
"But something interesting happened when they opened the