Hearing that childish voice, Ren Ye immediately called out with his mind, "Little Ghost Child, what danger is inside the Inner Treasury...?"
"In there... there seem to be lots of me... too many to count... so scared." Aside from saying "May you prosper" with remarkable fluency, the Little Ghost Child really had about the language skills of a four- or five-year-old and lacked an adult's logic.
Ren Ye had not been all that frightened, but hearing that made him uneasy too.
Still, he was already here. Surely he could at least check the place out. Besides, he would definitely have to go inside to trigger the rule-based task.
With the ghost child's warning, however, he was ready to summon the Human Emperor Sword at any moment.
Creak!
After a brief pause, Ren Ye reached out, pushed open the Inner Treasury's door, and stepped inside.
Endless emptiness and boundless darkness-that was Ren Ye's first impression of the Inner Treasury.
Within the space of unknown size, there was only a square table thirty paces away, with a beam of light shining down from the ceiling and illuminating it perfectly.
Three people, two men and a woman, sat around the table, shuffling mahjong tiles.
Ren Ye looked up, and his scalp prickled.
He saw that all three people seated beneath that beam of light had disheveled clothes and wounds all over them. Drenched in blood, they were arranging mahjong tiles.
In the eastern seat sat a middle-aged man of about forty. He wore a brown uniform, but his clothes were torn in numerous places. His right arm, abdomen, ribs, and thighs all bore wounds deep enough to expose bone. A silver concealed-weapon nail was embedded in his right eyeball, and blood streamed from the socket. The silver nail protruded half a finger's length,