Tap! Tap!
A group of them moved slowly through the deep, dark passageway. The tomb was thick with yin energy, its chill piercing to the bone, yet the surroundings were eerily quiet. After walking for a long time, the only sound in their ears was the echo of their own footsteps through the empty corridor.
"Boundless Heavenly Venerate, why do I feel so creeped out?"
Duan De could not help shuddering.
Lin Yu shot him a glance and teased, "Unscrupulous Daoist, haven't you robbed enough tombs? Why are you pretending to be a rookie here?"
Duan De jumped up in outrage. The Jade Lake people were still here—how was he supposed to keep up his reputation if word got out? He said,
"Boundless Heavenly Venerate, Brother Yang, don't slander me! I have always been pure and kind-hearted. I only seek out ancient tombs that no one cares about, help the tomb owners tidy up their remains, and pick up a few scraps along the way to make a living."
Hmph. If this weren't the wrong time for infighting, I'd definitely expose all your dirty little secrets.
Just as Lin Yu was thinking this, he suddenly heard something ahead. He raised a hand, signaling everyone to stop.
Soon, a squad of yin soldiers approached from the front in neat formation. They wore black armor and carried long spears that emitted a ghostly glow. Their faces were shrouded in yin energy, revealing only pairs of eyes flickering with eerie red light.
The moment Duan De saw the yin soldiers, his eyes lit up. Putting on an expression of profound compassion, he said, "Boundless Heavenly Venerate, leave these people to this poor Daoist's salvation!" With that, he immediately produced a peachwood sword and charged forward aggressively.
"Why has Daoist Duan suddenly become so