"Is it really that bizarre?"
Jiang Qiao approached the half-open tomb door. The gap was just wide enough for one person to squeeze through sideways.
The door was covered in scratch marks.
Some of them were extremely large and looked as though they had been made by a man. Others still bore traces of fingernails; they were not very forceful and seemed to have been left by a woman.
There were also several particularly small marks.
They were embedded near the door threshold, at a height no higher than an adult's knees.
They were likely left by a child.
"Men, women, old, young—the whole family was here, huh." After taking a few looks, Jiang Qiao stopped paying attention.
These marks were far too old. Who knew what era they had been left in?
He stood at the entrance for a moment.
Then he reached out.
And pushed open the tomb door.
He was not used to entering through a door sideways. If he was going in, he would go in openly.
The instant the door opened.
A thick stench poured out.
It was followed by a chill that seemed to seep into the cracks of his bones.
It seemed...
This place had not truly been opened for a long time. The narrow gap had been insufficient to vent the foul air, and when Jiang Qiao fully opened the door, he naturally became the Negative Aura's sole victim.
"Fuck."
"That's fucking disgusting."
Jiang Qiao instinctively covered his nose.
Even underwater.
Even while holding his breath.
That foul stench could still worm its way into his nostrils.
Clearly.
This was no ordinary stink.
It was supernatural.
Behind the tomb door was not the usual burial passage, but an enormous tomb chamber.
Jiang Qiao gave it a visual estimate.
The vaulted ceiling was