Mo Hua's gaze turned slightly stern.
The aura of this Evil Spirit was exceedingly dense, exceedingly cold, steeped in despair, very much like the aura he had sensed in the Evil Fetus dream omen.
But unlike before, when he caught this scent, Mo Hua did not feel any "hunger" in his soul. Instead, he felt somewhat nauseated.
He could now tentatively conclude that an Evil Fetus was definitely being raised beneath Lone Mountain.
It was only that the way this Evil Fetus was being raised might be unlike any he had encountered before...
Mo Hua's expression gradually grew solemn.
It was not just him. Second Master Hui and the two tomb robbers, mouse and stone, also shuddered and exchanged glances.
"Second Master, something feels off about this tomb..."
The stone, short and powerfully built, with solid muscles and few words along the way, lowered his voice as he spoke to Second Master Hui.
Second Master Hui frowned.
Having robbed tombs for so many years, he had indeed never encountered such a strange burial site.
But when he recalled the origins of this tomb and the identity of its owner, as mentioned by the "guest," he gradually came to terms with it.
The greater the tomb, the less it could be judged by ordinary reason.
"Let's go in," Second Master Hui said.
"Alright."
The stone nodded. He merely had some misgivings and had voiced them in passing.
A thief never left empty-handed. The tomb door had already been opened; he could not exactly turn around and head home now.
"Young brother," Second Master Hui said, turning to Mo Hua. "Please."
Mo Hua's face went pale, and he grew a little nervous. "It's so chilly and creepy in there. I... I'm a little scared. Can I not go in?"
Second Master Hui