The image of the two of them rolling into one giant snowball surfaced in his mind. Wu Xie found it funny, but his face seemed to have frozen stiff, and he could only force a twitch of his lips.
"We've reached the entrance."
Hearing Mr. Fang's voice from up ahead, Wu Xie and the others perked up. But when they looked forward—
"What the hell is that?"
Looking at that thing, neither dragon nor bug, Wu Xie was startled at first. Only after he saw Mr. Fang pat it with his hand did he realize it was fake, carved from stone.
"This is the 'dragon' of Nine Dragons Lifting Coffin. It's considered one of the earliest forms of the dragon totem. You can call it a Mukade Dragon."
After introducing it like a tour guide speaking to tourists, Mr. Fang gave the Mukade Dragon a hard shove—
After a rumbling burst, the black rock statue slid aside, revealing a crack in the rock behind it.
Sure enough, just as Mr. Fang had said, a wave of hot air rushed out from within!
Wu Xie could not help smiling with the contentment of someone returning home through wind and snow in the dead of winter, with their hands and feet frozen numb, then finally turning on the heat and huddling close to it.
Zhang Qiling was far more resistant to such harsh weather. Yet instead of being distracted by the heat, he stared intently at the stone that had been pushed aside.
If he had not seen wrong, that thing seemed to be solid, didn't it?
And judging by its form, it should have been a sealing stone from a tomb passage. He had no idea why it had ended up here...
Regardless of how it had gotten there, the name