Still unknown.
Jiang Qiao stood there for a while, but still found no answer.
The feeling this tomb gave him was that there were abnormal traces everywhere, faint clues scattered throughout—but when one looked closely, there was no way to trace their origin.
This situation...
Was not particularly strange, actually.
There were many possibilities. The most likely was that he was still on the outskirts of the Supernatural place.
He had not truly entered its depths.
The traces here...
Were merely scraps radiating from some source.
"Keep going."
"Let's see what we run into."
Jiang Qiao's gaze remained calm as he continued down the passage toward its depths.
As he walked...
Very soon.
He noticed the walls changing.
They had just been pitch-black stone, but now they were beginning to turn white—a sickly pallor tinged with faint yellow, like the complexion of someone who had been ill for years without recovering.
The wall surface had also become smooth, completely lacking the texture stone should have had.
It even felt slightly elastic to the touch.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
A drumbeat like a heartbeat came from all directions. The walls vibrated along with it, rising and falling in a steady rhythm. It reminded Jiang Qiao of the major arteries pumping blood from a heart.
And he also noticed...
His own heartbeat had been completely carried away by that rhythm. No matter whether he walked quickly or slowly, his heartbeat always landed precisely on the beat.
"No."
"It's not that my heart is following its rhythm. This damn thing is deliberately synchronizing with my heartbeat."
Jiang Qiao touched his chest.
He felt his heart slamming against his ribcage with abnormal force.
Thump, thump, thump.
Every beat felt as if it were about to leap out of his throat.
He did not stop.
He