"I..."
The single word trailed off as White Hair vanished from where he stood.
"Yin Shuai!?"
Bai Guyue hurried over.
She saw that the stone had actually been some kind of mechanism, knocked over by him... casually leaning against it.
On the empty ground, only his luggage remained. Where Yin Shuai had been leaning before, a pitch-black hole roughly one meter in diameter had appeared.
"—Thud!"
A heavy muffled impact sounded from underground, followed by White Hair's string of curses.
At least he was all right.
His voice from the hole was full of vigor. Bai Guyue's worries eased, and she quickly lay down beside the opening and called out.
"Are you hurt? I'll get you out right away."
"No... not hurt... Hiss... The hole's deep. If you can, lower a rope. If not, I'll climb up myself." White Hair's tone was somewhat strange.
Once again, thank you, brothers of the Iron Tribe.
Young Master Yin, his eyes brimming with tears, was filled with gratitude.
If not for the protection of the Shadow Sword Armor, with all the stone spikes lining this tunnel, his ass would have been scraped to shreds before bursting open like a watermelon hitting the ground.
At that moment, waves of numb pain traveled from his tailbone to his brain. White Hair bit his lip hard, terrified that he might accidentally let out a moan.
"Damn it, that's what I get for showing off."
"I absolutely can't run my mouth so easily anymore. How did I never realize I was such a great prophet? Heh heh..."
"Which asshole put a stone over the hole!?"
While consoling himself, White Hair suddenly erupted. Embarrassed and enraged, he shouted at the ceiling.
"A stone..."
"Stone..."
"...Stone..."
Listening to the hollow echo, it somehow sounded just a little... suggestive.
White