"Whoosh!"
The gleaming axe flew straight at his face with an ear-piercing whistle.
"Creak!"
The two door panels groaned shut, the sound setting his teeth on edge. Ren Ye reacted instantly and ducked.
"Thud!"
The grease-caked axe struck the doorframe, its blade sinking nearly a finger's depth into the wood. The handle quivered, giving off a strong stench of blood.
That one blow nearly scared the shit out of Ren Ye-even yesterday's shit.
I was just taking a fucking look. Did you have to fire a cannon at me?! Good thing I ducked fast, or my head would've parted ways with my neck!
"Creak!"
Without a second thought, Ren Ye immediately pushed the doors shut and slid the bolt into place. He held his breath and waited quietly for quite a while, only relaxing once he confirmed no one was coming up.
Back in his chair, the day's experiences surfaced in his mind. His mouth felt parched, and he instinctively reached for a drink, but the moment he picked up the teacup, he remembered that rabbit head.
This place... is too fucking horrifying. You never know what you're eating or drinking.
But I'll be spending the next few days in the Tomb. I can't go without food and water forever, can I?
At that thought, Ren Ye gritted his teeth, poured two cups of tea, and tipped his head back to down them.
Fortunately, there was no strange taste or anything unusual. It tasted much like well water.
Sitting back down, Ren Ye pulled the waterskin from his waist and poured all the remaining tea in the room into it. Only then did he take a piece of dry ration wrapped in white cloth from inside his clothes, lower his head, and start eating.
As he ate, Ren Ye studied