"Roar..."
The Jiaolong True Spirit let out a roar.
Its humanlike eyes still showed its embarrassment.
It circled around Lin Shisan again.
"I'll settle the score with you once we're up there."
"Squeak, squeak..."
Just as Lin Shisan was about to leap up, a sudden stab of pain shot through his chest.
The Heart-Devouring Demonic Qi had grown restless again.
This time, the pain was especially sharp, accompanied by sizzling, searing heat and an evil red glow.
"Hmm... this is..."
Lin Shisan felt as though he had been struck by lightning.
He could not help bracing both hands against the walls of the pit.
Sinister, icy, terrifying-why did it feel as though he had fallen into a grave?
Suppressing the surging tide in his heart, Lin Shisan focused his gaze and slowly crouched down by the red light.
With a thud, Lin Shisan landed on his backside. It really was an arm.
The crucial thing was that the arm was still moving, scrabbling along the ground, making the atmosphere even more sinister and terrifying.
"Is this really a grave?"
Lin Shisan hastily stood up and kowtowed respectfully.
It was an expression of guilt for disturbing the dead.
"Sorry for disturbing your rest. I'll leave right away."
In the past, Lin Shisan would certainly have been scared out of his wits.
But things were different now. What he feared now were not those elusive nightmare ghosts and spirits, but living people who could take his life at any moment.
"Squeak, squeak..."
The Heart-Devouring Demonic Qi grew even more restless.
The evil red glow also grew brighter.
It illuminated the entire little pit.
He could see more clearly now, too. There really was a complete arm on the ground, and it really was moving. Its five fingers were still trembling.
"Squeak, squeak."