The sound of water was strange. Listening closely, it seemed to be drawing nearer and nearer.
Shining his flashlight ahead, Yan Xiao slowly walked toward the sound of water.
Shen Hai followed him without a word, his wound hurting terribly.
There were no more paper figures here, but likewise, the cave, which had originally shown no signs of human workmanship, now looked... somewhat like an underground passage.
Under Yan Xiao's flashlight, both the ceiling and the walls on either side had become unusually smooth, and the passage was much lower and narrower.
At the same time... distinct patterns were carved into them.
"No... something's wrong... this seems to be an ancient tomb," Shen Hai said with difficulty, clutching his waist.
His face and lips had lost all color, and he looked as though he might pass out at any moment.
"An ancient tomb?" Yan Xiao knew nothing about burials. Had Shen Hai not mentioned it, the idea would never have occurred to him.
Now that Shen Hai had said it, he looked again at the passage beneath his feet, and that cold, mysterious sense of being in a tomb immediately emerged.
"Whose tomb?"
Yan Xiao asked.
"I'm not an archaeologist." Shen Hai involuntarily frowned in pain. "Even an archaeologist couldn't reach a conclusion at a glance."
Despite saying that, Shen Hai did know far more about burials than Yan Xiao. Although his vision was somewhat blurred, after bracing himself against the passage wall and carefully examining the intricate carvings, he still reached a rough conclusion.
"So that's it... this tomb wasn't built for a person..."
Yan Xiao was puzzled. He was looking at the patterns in the passage too, but could make nothing of them.
Supporting himself against the wall, Shen Hai said, "Sweep your flashlight from left to right.