Bai Xiaosheng took another look at the ugly Ghost-Head Stone Gate before him. A chill still rose from the bottom of his heart. He looked up at Mo Hua and said:
"You're not thinking of making me split this gate open too, are you?"
Mo Hua asked, "Can you?"
"Don't set me up," Bai Xiaosheng said.
He had just followed Mo Hua's instructions and split open an Earth Figurine without knowing anything about it. A mass of pulped flesh mixed with bloody water had spilled out, filling his nose with the stench of decay. That had been disgusting enough.
As for this tomb gate, whether he could split it open was another matter altogether.
Even if he did, who knew what other disgusting things would spill out?
A stumble into a pit taught a man wisdom.
Falling for Mo Hua's trick once was excusable. Falling for it twice would be stupidity.
Mo Hua felt a little disappointed and said, "Then come back up."
Bai Xiaosheng frowned. "Back up? You're leaving this tomb gate alone?"
"Then you want to stay down there?" Mo Hua asked.
Bai Xiaosheng sneered. "It's cold, sinister, and foul-smelling. No way am I staying down here."
Mo Hua was rather at a loss over what to do with Bai Xiaosheng.
The man was two or three hundred years old, yet had no steadiness to him and kept contradicting himself. Who knew where all those years of cultivation had gone...
Bai Xiaosheng leaped up, turning into a streak of sword light. In a few blinks, he had jumped out of the deep pit.
After digging in that filthy soil for so long, he still felt uncomfortable, even though his Sword Qi had protected his body, leaving his clothes spotless and untouched by the foul blood.
Now that he