A door panel slowly slid aside.
Beyond it, countless pinpricks of light filled their vision...
Gu Zheng immediately set Song Ning down and drew the pistol from the back of his waist.
They waited for a while. Only when they heard no movement outside did they venture out.
Yet everywhere they looked, there were lamps glowing like fireflies beneath glass covers. At first glance, they had a translucent, eerie beauty.
Gu Zheng approached one of the lamps and examined it closely.
It was an old-fashioned oil lamp.
It resembled the kerosene lamps used in rural areas, but its design was strange, with unusual patterns on it.
Song Ning noticed piles of paper ashes scattered across the ground. She picked up a small piece of paper that had not burned completely and found strange symbols drawn on it...
Meanwhile, the air was thick with an oppressive mixture of putrid decay and chemicals. The smell was foul.
Song Ning took a mask from the pocket of her white coat and put it on. She had taken it from the cabinet earlier.
She handed another to Gu Zheng.
"Gu Zheng, these lamps must have been lit by the Dong people."
"Mm!" He put on the mask, switched on his flashlight, and shone it into the distance.
"Let's take a look over there."
The lamps were noticeably more densely clustered in that area.
The ground was uneven, with bricks and clods of earth piled everywhere.
The lamps had also been placed haphazardly at different heights. It was impossible to tell whether there was some pattern to their arrangement.
After walking carefully for over ten minutes, they reached the area with the most oil lamps.
The stench of decay grew even stronger here.
Only then did they notice an old shrine in the corner. An