Chapter 951: Exploring the Tomb

The tomb was dark, damp, and eerie, filled with a suffocating and oppressive feeling.

The corridor before them was a deep, pitch-black void, its length unknown and its destination uncertain.

Mo Hua held a compass in his hand and led the group through the narrow darkness.

Several of Gray Second Master's men occasionally glanced around, on guard against the tomb's strange corpse-entities.

Along the way, corpse-entities did appear—few in number, mostly one or two at a time, silently leaping from the shadows to gnaw.

Players had been leaving one after another; most had already gone, and those remaining whispered among themselves, still undecided.

In the game, anything that defied conventional design was either a glitch or a hidden secret. This mountain peak looked nothing like a glitch—it seemed deliberately crafted by the game's designers.

Without needing words, each gathered their weapons on the spot and stood shoulder to shoulder with their brothers. Among them was Yang Yong.

Zhong Qiming sat down, but Yan Ruyu rose again, pulling open the heavy dark curtains and opening the window. The dim room instantly brightened, and the smell grew less foul.

But now, Leng Qingqiu was already engaged, and Lu Yu had firmly refused their request—they truly had no options left.

As if having food gave the boy more courage, he paid no mind to Hua Sheng's tone.

After parting at the parking lot, both sides' expressions darkened almost simultaneously, but soon after, they burst into laughter together.

Li Dongyang didn't know why he thought this way—perhaps because Li Li had, in the past, indirectly caused him no small amount of trouble while swindling others; Li Dongyang had always regarded Li Li as a careless man.

In the sea, a massive ship slowly steered toward the dock; nearby, a container truck sat quietly by the roadside, the driver lazily smoking. From within the container came occasional muffled coughs or the sound of shifting footsteps.

Hearing the ronin's words, Wu Yi's eyes widened, his fists clenched tightly. He slowly set down the food box.

The unrest grew fiercer; they hesitated between clan, life, and dignity, unable to take that final step.

But when his mood soured, his face would darken, and his innate icy aura would involuntarily leak out.

Sun Wukong saw that Sanwu was unharmed and that the Red Snake looked genuinely sincere, so he didn't scold him harshly.

As Duan Lian'er finished speaking, the scissors cut her fingertip—pain flared, and blood immediately gushed out.

He Feng's performance, in Feijian's eyes, was commendable; with such talent, he had every right to be arrogant.

Ying Jun was also curious: one captive was a Japanese ninja, the other a member of some extraordinary group who could transform—had his senior brothers never captured such people alive before?

But all these threats and bribes held no allure for Long Hun; he still wore a gloomy face and refused to flee.

Sun Wukong's eyes rolled, and at last he thought of a plan—he plucked three hairs from the back of his head, placed them in his palm, blew on them, and instantly hundreds of monkeys appeared before him.

A pale red chakra burst from her body, engulfing her entirely, forming something like an outer garment.

The two men lying on the ground also forced themselves up—they had stepped on iron, and surviving this far was already unlikely; they quickly bowed and said.

But as he kept pressing, Gu Yufan's fingers brushed against certain unusual, indescribable spots.

Skillfully pulling several kunai from his waist-mounted ninja tool pouch, he closed his eyes, striving in his mind to activate his sword heart, sensing the kunai's affectionate pull toward him.

Now that she was on the operating table, the newborn's care had to be left to other doctors and nurses.

Sun Yongfeng and Zhao Xuanxuan lay on the hotel's king-sized bed, watching TV while the air conditioner blew.