Square Corridor

Several torches burned in the middle, and the stone door above closed again. The tomb keeper seemed unwilling to come down.

The five of them rolled away on the spot to dodge the attack. Gu Shenwei, Han Fen, and Old Man Mu were on one side, while the two Qingcheng Sect disciples were on the other. Deng Yuanlei was covered in wounds and lay on the ground groaning. Lü Mian stamped his feet and went to pick up a torch. Old Man Mu did the same, muttering, "What fools. Did they really think this could burn us to death?"

"Don't touch it. It's poisonous." Gu Shenwei rose and warned them.

Only after he said this did the two men suddenly notice that the smoke drifting from the torches was strange, faintly blue.

"How vicious." Old Man Mu immediately retreated more than ten paces and covered his nose.

The flames were not particularly strong, but Lü Mian did not rejoin the others. He did not want to dwell on Dragon King's initial ruthlessness, instead resenting Dragon King's decision to abandon others to save himself. Dragging his leg, he headed in another direction. As soon as Deng Yuanlei heard that the smoke was poisonous, he hurriedly scrambled up and fled after his sect master.

Gu Shenwei also led the way into the darkness, putting distance between them and the several torches.

It looked like a straight corridor. The faint firelight could not reach the end, and a lampstand stood against the wall every dozen or so steps. Han Fen leaned over and sniffed one. "There's no poison. It can be lit."

Han Fen lit more than a dozen oil lamps in succession. The three of them still could not see the end, but they discovered many empty rooms on either side. Most