Corpse-Scented Demonic Taro?!
Hearing such an eerie name, everyone else felt their hearts lurch.
"The Corpse-Scented Demonic Taro originally grew in the Houyuetian Kingdom and once reached the Central Plains through the Silk Road. It died out because the local soil and climate were unsuitable. This Corpse-Scented Demonic Taro can grow in ancient tombs
and is said to keep corpses from rotting or decaying, even making them give off a fragrance. It's extremely precious."
Lao Hu glanced at the strange flower on the distant stone beam and asked, "Then what makes it dangerous?"
"Legend has it that an evil spirit inhabits the Corpse-Scented Demonic Taro. Once it matures, the living must no longer approach it."
"And the fragrance it gives off can bewilder people and cause hallucinations, just like when we entered imaginary space earlier."
Hearing Gu Cheng say this,
everyone immediately recoiled two steps in fright.
"Most importantly, do you see those iron chains?"
Gu Cheng continued.
"Iron chains?!"
Everyone's eyes fell on the chains binding the enormous log.
"Aren't those chains just there to secure the log and keep it from falling? What's strange about them?!"
Fatty studied the chains as he spoke.
Gu Cheng's gaze was grave. "Those aren't ordinary iron chains!"
"They aren't ordinary iron chains?!"
"That's right!"
Hearing Gu Cheng say this,
everyone couldn't help studying the chain.
Move it.
The chain was enormous and extremely thick, far thicker than ordinary chains, rather like an anchor chain on a ten-thousand-ton oil tanker. Even with all of them together, they probably couldn't
Then they soon noticed what was strange about the chain.
It was covered in gleaming little silver locks, like the wish locks at those trendy tourist attractions.
But these weren't modern locks.
They were ancient, conical shackles.
They could vaguely make out strange designs