After the Three Continents' experts entered one after another, Qin Shaofeng finally rose to his feet.
Once again, he took out all those people's Storage Bags.
He opened them one by one.
He kept anything they might need and dumped everything else wholesale into the Ghost Mansion.
As for how Di Shan and the others would be dealt with, that did not have the slightest thing to do with him.
His movements were exceedingly swift.
He had truly done this sort of thing far too many times.
In merely two breaths, he had finished everything and looked toward Seventh Ancestor Zhan Cai'er.
Zhan Cai'er had already been waiting for him to finish.
Seeing his gaze, Seventh Ancestor Zhan Cai'er immediately stepped inside.
Next came Zhan Cangkong and Keshuo, the passerby.
The instant Qin Shaofeng slowly stepped in last, the sight before him left him stunned.
The first thing he saw was an eerie, terrifying scene. The surroundings were pitch-black, with faint specks of pale green light flickering now and then, stirring up gusts of chilling yin wind.
He was far too familiar with the aura of this place.
Yin Death Tomb!
This place was actually directly within the Yin Death Tomb. It seemed Ximen Lingzhong had indeed been right.
At the same time as he recognized where they were, he sensed the Ghost Fire in his dantian begin to burn.
As the Ghost Fire burned, he even felt as though he were absorbing the dense Ghost Qi here.
It seems the Ghost Fire inheritance I obtained truly came from this Yin Death Tomb.
But what secrets does the Yin Death Tomb actually hold?
Could True Monarch Seven Colors have left something here as well?
Probably not, right?
True Monarch Seven Colors had existed a thousand years ago.
Which meant...
*Could