"I heard gunfire. By the time I got here, it was already too late."
"It must have been Paul's people who found Lan Mu. But where are they? There's no blood at the scene. If Lan Mu wasn't injured, he couldn't have been captured!"
"Hurry and lead the way. We have to catch up with them!"
When Dungal arrived, Fang Moqi immediately grabbed him and had him hurriedly point out the correct branch.
The three rushed down one passage, but none of them noticed a lich emerging from the other fork.
"My lich form will last seven days... What a nuisance."
Lan Mu's expression was cold and stiff.
He silently followed the three, using his perception to trail more than twenty meters behind them without making a sound.
His perception reached a full hundred meters. Unlike the Hunter, he could clearly sense everything within a hundred meters. His consciousness pierced through any obstruction, through the insides of objects, straight to their essence.
He followed the three as they kept changing paths. After about five minutes, a strange cluster of energy suddenly appeared within his perception.
Lan Mu stopped. Feeling a longing from the depths of his soul, he turned and entered the wrong branch.
After walking more than forty meters, the passage suddenly widened into a spacious stone chamber.
The chamber was empty, with a huge pit in the middle—two meters deep, twelve meters wide, and twenty meters long.
The pit was filled with corpses. Some were nothing but white skeletons, while others had completely melded into the gray dust.
Bones, rags, stone shackles, and wood were mixed together. The deep pit was like a field of bones; one could imagine how many corpses had once been piled here.
"Sixty-four..." Lan Mu quickly determined the number of dead.
That was