They probably needed to go farther inside.
"I'll go in and scout ahead. If there's danger, I'll shout."
The Shaman laid a strand of his hair across the opening. He watched it flutter. His hair was rather greasy, yet even a greasy strand could flutter here. He knew what that meant.
There was a way through.
A passage lay inside.
He had no idea where it led.
But when he said he would go and look, he meant staking his life on scouting the way.
He tied the rope around his waist and entered. Given a human's height, getting through this opening required crawling on all fours.
And this passage was not straight.
Lin Feng's wind scouting revealed that the passage sloped gradually upward.
In other words, it would be difficult to find purchase while climbing up.
If they encountered an enemy, whatever it was, they would have no room to use their abilities. The first person inside might simply be going to his death.
A relatively young Shaman crawled inside with the rope secured around his waist.
Lin Feng headed toward the back instead, examining the scene before him more closely. The tomb's construction made very little sense. Everything about it felt shabby and cobbled together. Even this mine looked as though it had been stolen from somewhere.
Shi surrounded them, along with some timber used as pillars to support the levels above and below.
There were no signs of cultural strata. Lin Feng could only open the Vertical Eye and examine the surrounding Shi walls carefully.
Then his eyelid twitched.
A human mine.
Countless bodies were buried inside. They lay curled up, without wounds, all in the prime of life. There was no way they looked like people who had died naturally.
More importantly, their clothing resembled that