Chapter 830: Immortal board

"Why not open the other two stone doors?"

"My intuition tells me that the other two stone doors are dead ends."

Zhang Daohe was half-believing.

Chen Guanlou spread his hands. "You can not believe it!"

Don't believe it and try it, he doesn't object, but he won't help. However, if people die, he can be responsible for collecting the corpses.

Zhang Daohe quickly weighed the pros and cons. "Listen to you! I believe in Mr. Jin's judgment."

"You don't believe me, but you believe Mr. Jin?" Chen Guanlou sneered, his reputation needs Jin Fulai to endorse.

Cover your eyes with a cloth strip, leaving only a little blurred light. For martial arts experts, a little light is enough, it doesn't affect their actions.

Approaching the stone door again, both of them were worried.

"Don't look at the golden statue! If you don't look at him, he can't tempt you."

"A mere golden statue can confuse people's minds, it's better to smash him."

"You smash!" Chen Guanlou didn't object.

Zhang Daohe decisively slashed with a palm. If this were a real person, this palm would definitely be head-broken and bleeding, and die on the spot.

The golden statue only dented a little. 【8

"It's solid!"

Such a large golden statue turned out to be solid.

"Don't worry about it."

"The statue seems to have changed; I saw the corners of its mouth turn downward."

"Don't look!" Chen Guanlou advised. "If you fall into a trance again in a moment, I will finish you off directly to avoid any disaster."

He was absolutely not joking; he was being serious.

Zhang Daohe clearly heard the sincerity in his tone; although there was no murderous intent, it was truly real. When he said he would kill, he meant it. People from the Heavenly Prison never spoke empty words; if they said they would kill you, they would.

Zhang Daohe looked sullen, withdrew his gaze from behind the cloth strip, and headed toward the only stone door in the stone chamber.

"How do we open it? Should we look for a mechanism?" he asked.

Chen Guanlou waved his hand to signal the other to be quiet, observing the stone chamber in a state of 'Epiphany'.

Swish!

He instantly returned to his normal state, nearly suffering a shock.

"What happened, Brother Chen? Is there danger?"

"There is a pair of eyes!" Chen Guanlou turned his head slowly, staring at the back of the golden statue. In the state of Epiphany, overlooking the entire stone chamber, he saw a pair of eyes inside the golden statue—a pair of utterly malicious, blood-filled eyes.

The tomb owner had sealed the eyes with a golden statue, playing those supernatural games; the murderous intent of the ancient tomb was beginning to show.

The matter was settled; he served tea to see the guests out.

"Serves them right to die!" Zhang Daohe was exceptionally excited; he wished for as many people to die as possible. That way, when they reached the tomb owner's mausoleum, the number of people competing with him for opportunities would inevitably decrease.

Pressing the mechanism, the stone door opened.

What appeared before them this time was a staircase, a staircase extending downward. The firelight was dim, and they had no idea where the staircase led.

"Brother Chen, should we go in?"

"We've already come this far; is there any retreat? Even if there's a mountain of blades and a sea of fire ahead, we have to walk down."

"Brother Chen's words are reasonable. Having reached this point, there is no retreat; we can only bite the bullet and move forward. I'll take the lead."

Chen Guanlou did not fight him for it, letting the man surnamed Zhang take the lead.

Holding an oil lamp, they continued along the staircase, which felt like it was extending downward the whole time. They didn't know how long they had walked before light appeared ahead.

Zhang Daohe could not hide his excitement, but knowing the ancient tomb was treacherous, he dared not act rashly.

The two exchanged a glance, both knowing clearly that the danger ahead was unknown and they must be careful in everything.

The staircase stopped extending downward and became flat, moving forward. The further they walked, the brighter the light became.

Passing through a stone cave, a brilliant radiance suddenly burst forth ahead.

"An immortal! That is an immortal!"

Zhang Daohe exclaimed in uncontrollable excitement.

They saw a female immortal sitting cross-legged in a lotus seat in mid-air ahead, her left hand forming a mudra, her right hand resting on her knee with the palm facing upward.

The immortal radiated a universal, gentle, and benevolent light of all truth, goodness, and beauty. Every beautiful word in the world seemed to reside in the immortal's faint smile.

This was a true immortal of the world.

Approaching her, devoting oneself to her, and listening to her would surely bring the most beautiful blessings and fulfill one's greatest wishes.

Make a wish!

Make a wish to the immortal, and what you think and desire in your heart will be realized on the spot.

The immortal will soothe every fragile heart and every wounded soul.

Outsider, why do you not kneel and make a wish?

Having obtained the Dao Fruit of Xiao Changsheng, can you truly possess everything?

Your foundation is not solid; don't you want to supplement it?

Chen Guanlou:...

How does she know I have the Dao Fruit of Xiao Changsheng? Could she really be an immortal?

Can an immortal pry into everything? Even the Dao Fruit of Xiao Changsheng?

Possess everything?

I already possess everything. I have wealth, I have beauty, power is irrelevant... the only regret is no internet, no bombardment from the information world, no fat-happy water!

Suddenly, a mobile phone and a computer appeared before his eyes. The phone page turned automatically; it was the familiar short-video app, his source of happiness.

He reached out to pick up the phone; he could watch the app anytime. He had to check if the money in his account had decreased or if it had been stolen.

His money...

His money...

How much money did he have again?

Why were the numbers in the account blurry? Who embezzled his money?

Fake!

Fake!

This is not his phone.

It's all fake.

The amount of money isn't even clear; it must be fake.

A pile of silver, mountains of gold and silver.

What does he need so much silver for? There's nowhere to put it; it takes up space. Using silver notes is much more convenient.

It's all fake.

Fake!

Suddenly, Chen Guanlou woke up.

After waking up, he found himself standing on the edge of a cliff; one step forward would be a bottomless abyss.

And Zhang Daohe already had one foot stepped out; he only needed to step with the other foot to fall into the bottomless abyss. What kind of ghost thing was at the bottom of the abyss, he didn't know.

Seeing the satisfied, dream-come-true expression on the other's face, he hesitated.

Should he wake the other up? Should he save him?

Let him die!

Death ends all troubles!

However, he didn't know how many dangers were waiting ahead. One more person meant one more stepping stone. When he needed someone to act as cannon fodder, it was good to have a choice.

Die!

Just watch him die.

He hadn't done anything himself; the other died after falling into a trance, which had nothing to do with him. He didn't kill the person, so it could be considered not violating the agreement.

Save or not save?

Just as Zhang Daohe was about to step out his second foot in satisfaction, without thinking, without hesitation, Chen Guanlou subconsciously reached out and grabbed him.

It was truly subconscious!

His hand was half a beat faster than his brain, and he caught the person.

It was also at this moment that Zhang Daohe woke up in a daze, saw his situation, and was scared into a cold sweat.

"I, I, I..."

"Forget the 'I's, hurry up and come up. This place is too treacherous. I've saved you twice; remember to pay extra."

"Pay extra, definitely pay extra!"