The long-sealed stone door slowly opened, without the thieves needing to use any tricks.
Compared to other tomb owners, this one seems more like someone welcoming tomb raiders.
The dark, gaping doorway stood starkly before the pirates, devoid of any light.
A cool breeze blew out, sweeping away the heat from the group.
But this did not dispel the already exhausted thieves' vigilance.
He instinctively stepped back, his whole body tense, looking at the unknown building with apprehension.
"What... what do we do?" The bald man scratched his head, somewhat at a loss.
The anticipated scene of the illusion shattering did not occur; instead, they unexpectedly stumbled upon the real treasure location.
This place is extremely strange. It would have been fine before, but now that my mental Nen is weak, I dare not take another step.
Money is optional, but if I lose my life, it's truly over.
Furthermore, with everyone now parched, exhausted, and weak, it's even less likely they would rashly head to the treasure's location.
Hull glanced around and found that the scenery had only changed slightly; there were a few clumps of bushes, but the rest of the ground was still covered in yellow sand.
There is no way out of here.
It's impossible to tell whether the illusion has been dispelled!
He instinctively took out his compass, a hint of surprise flashing across his eyes. He exclaimed with delight, "The compass is working normally!"
Along with these words came the sudden appearance of a clear spring.
Above the stone gate, two jade lions suddenly spewed clear water from their mouths, continuously nourishing the land beneath their feet.
"Water!" one of the pirates shouted, and the others instinctively looked in the direction he was pointing.
The clear water reflects rainbows under the sun, beautiful and full of hope.
Before Hull could even stop them, he was pushed off the front by the crowd.
They charged forward one after another, caring nothing for brotherhood.
They pulled out every container they could get their hands on, trying to snatch a bit of coolness.
"Hey!" Hull frowned, looking at the reckless crowd with disapproval.
We don't even know where this water comes from, aren't you afraid it might be poisonous?
At this time, the bald man standing next to Hel crossed his arms and smiled honestly, "Forget it, brother, take the antidote pills and you should be fine."
Besides, who cares about whether it's poisonous these days?
I'm so thirsty I'm about to collapse. I'd drink anything, even blood.
Hull sighed, took out the map of unknown origin, and looked worried. "This map... tsk, it's really hard to say!"
"Have some water, otherwise you won't be able to lead everyone later." With that, the bald man took out a water jug filled with water and handed it to Hull.
Hull was still somewhat reluctant, but he had no choice but to drink some to soothe his throat.
"This place..."
The bald man had barely begun to speak when Hull interrupted him, "Go in!"
Those glass-blue eyes were filled with determination and resolve.
Since we're already here, we should at least take a look at this.
and...
A persistent thought drove him to investigate.
"You think so too?" The bald man laughed loudly, speaking with great magnanimity, "As expected of our chosen captain, bold and courageous!"
If he hesitates any longer, the bald man will have to reconsider whether he made the right choice in selecting the captain!
Meanwhile, on the shady side of the Pyramid Cemetery, two young men were feeling around on the bricks.
Suddenly, one of the white-haired youths paused and looked at his palm.
Half of the palm covered in wisps of silk had turned red.
The silk threads were densely packed, cracked like shattered plates, and reddish like blood ink; it was clearly not a good thing.
Raising an eyebrow slightly, Coleman said, "Enter from here."
As he spoke, he kicked a nearby floor tile.
The hidden door rumbled, and a narrow passage, just wide enough for one person to pass through, appeared before the two.
"Will they come in?" Manster asked curiously.
If it were an ordinary person, they would probably be filled with fear by now, wishing they could run back to the Hunter Continent as fast as they could.
Can those few petty pirates hold out?
Coleman didn't look back, but walked into the dark passage by the light of the cursed flames.
"Do you think only the Lord of Curses possesses the art of controlling people?"
Manster paused, glancing out of the corner of his eye at his boss's unusual hand.
I subconsciously used gel.
He noticed the abnormally colored tendrils.
He spoke as if complaining, "Are curses really that effective?"
Are they all capable of manipulating people's minds like this?
"Of course not, this is 'His' power."
To deal with the Lord of Curses, we naturally need to use the other entity within our body.
Otherwise, wouldn't it be a waste?
Coleman narrowed his eyes and curled his lips into a smile like a fox with a jade face.
Manster suddenly felt a chill run through him and instinctively shut his mouth, refusing to ask any more questions.
Sometimes, curiosity really can kill the cat.