"Hmm?"
Jiang Qiao's pupils suddenly contracted.
He saw that half of Liao Yang's body had already sunk into the Black Water.
A ghastly pale hand had him tightly by the throat, dragging him downward.
That hand was slender.
Its nails were painted with pale pink polish.
It was the very "living" hand from inside the wall earlier!
"Save... save me!"
Liao Yang's face was filled with terror as he stretched out a hand and grabbed wildly at the air. His voice was swiftly drowned by the water, becoming muffled and indistinct, as though it were coming through a thick pane of glass.
The next second.
"Splash—"
Liao Yang was dragged entirely into the Black Water. Before he could even make one last struggle, he vanished completely.
Then.
The Black Water seemed to come alive.
It made a "glug glug" sound as it rapidly spread in every direction. The current surged like floodwaters after a dam burst, spilling along the passageway, walls, and floor at an astonishing speed!
"Run!"
Jiang Qiao shouted and turned, charging out of the main burial chamber.
There was no fighting this thing.
Just escaping from it earlier had taken tremendous effort. Moreover, he was certain that this ghostly thing had not fully awakened yet. The terror it was displaying now was merely the tip of the iceberg.
As soon as Jiang Qiao ran.
Dragon Tiger Daoist, Shen Boxia, and Jin Shanba naturally did not dare linger.
They turned and ran after him.
The footsteps of the four echoed urgently through the tomb passage, mixed with their heavy panting.
Behind them.
The Black Water surged like a tide, making a "whoosh whoosh" sound. It was not loud, yet it carried a strange, almost tangible quality, like the scraping sound of countless hands crawling across the ground.
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