"Why was there an extra door here?"
Fang Ying was somewhat surprised.
They had come down to investigate just yesterday. There had been nothing unusual about this passage—it had simply been an utterly ordinary dead end.
"What's inside?"
Don's gaze passed over the door and looked inside.
Hazy.
A stretch of gray.
Nothing could be seen.
"Go in and take a look." Fang Ying pointed at one of his subordinates nearby. His tone was casual, as though exploring dangerous areas was simply the man's job.
The man's body trembled slightly.
But he did not refuse.
He took a pair of gloves from the backpack behind him and put them on.
Then he took out an oil lamp.
This oil lamp was slightly different from the ones placed along both sides of the passage. The candle was a greasy, waxen yellow.
The vessel holding the candle
was not only golden and seemingly made of gold,
but also covered in profound, intricate patterns that looked like some kind of talisman.
He lit the candle.
The man held the candlestick
and cautiously, mustering his courage, walked through the door.
He disappeared into the gray.
"He doesn't seem like a death warrior. He seems more like someone whose weakness was seized, leaving him no choice but to go and die." Jiang Qiao stood behind them, watching thoughtfully.
This was very common.
Not only in the Supernatural Circle—even in the ordinary human world, there were people like this.
For example, gambling debts.
For example, loan sharks.
Or other reasons that forced you to submit to some dark force. They would promise to clear all your previous debts and settle all your problems.
In return, whenever they needed you, you could not refuse.
Of course,
they would not tell you that you might lose your life.