Remember why they had decided to follow that jar in the first place: whatever was inside it, it definitely knew this tomb better than they did.
Following it might not lead to a way out, but it was unlikely to lead them down a dead end where they would all perish together.
More importantly, they had not come here purely to rob tombs. At least Wu Xie had not, so there was no reason to leave now.
So the option did make some sense, but...
"What if A Ning secretly doubles back later and runs off with the diving gear?"
"That's easy. We just move the diving gear first."
Tiga Clone thought it over. Following the route indicated by whatever was inside that jar and entering the left side chamber was indeed the correct path. If they went back now, then once the mechanisms shifted, they would have no choice but to descend through the tomb raider's hole in the newly revealed side chamber on the other side.
And in that other side chamber was that corpse pieced together to imitate the state of the King of Ten Thousand Slaves... It was revolting.
They had not gained any irreplaceable loot in the process anyway, so they might as well skip that part.
With that thought, Tiga Clone patted the waterproof backpack on his back.
"It's fine. I took the oxygen tanks with me when I came out. There are only diving suits there. Even if A Ning goes back, without the oxygen tanks, she can't hold her breath all the way out."
Fatty could not help giving Tiga Clone a thumbs-up.
"Brother Fang, now that's foresight!"
Tiga Clone waved a hand.
"In this sealed Underwater Tomb, oxygen is life. I was just being cautious."
With that settled, the four of