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I felt that something extraordinary was about to happen ahead. The tomb passage rose straight up, and we had been walking for almost a quarter of an hour. So far, the path had been relatively smooth, allowing everyone to relax their earlier sense of crisis.
The Bronze Tomb Passage was breathtaking with its intricate hollow carvings, and the Bronze Walls seemed to absorb light. When the flashlight beam hit the walls, it dimmed significantly. This was a strange phenomenon; it was as if the light was being drawn in and gradually fading away.
"How strange!" someone exclaimed in surprise.
However, no one paid much attention to it. By this time, the light had dimmed considerably, making it difficult for us to see our surroundings clearly. Yet, the group continued to push forward.
"This is odd! Why isn't the tomb passage turning?" Fat Ma voiced his confusion.
I shared his bewilderment; there was an unreal feeling about this passage, or perhaps it was just an unsettling sensation in my heart.
"This is really bizarre! Could it be that we've encountered a Ghost Wall again?" Fat Ma complained.
"That's unlikely," Fish Head Elder replied.
"This must be how this entire tomb passage was designed," Niren added promptly.
Everyone exchanged glances but said nothing further. If that were the case, we should quicken our pace and exit this tomb passage. Reaching this conclusion, we no longer hesitated and quickened our steps. Thud, thud, thud! The heavy sound of our footsteps echoed against the ground.
Had we truly entered the Ghostly Heavenly Palace? Suddenly, that thought crossed my mind. At that moment, I instinctively touched the Bronze Fish I had on me; they had become a cohesive whole. Perhaps this was indeed some kind of destiny, and it was time for certain secrets buried for millennia to rise to the surface.
Zhang Tong walked alongside me, appearing calm. One hand held a flashlight while the other gripped the strap of her backpack. She moved forward step by step, never straying more than three paces away from me.
"You're still injured; don't walk so fast!" Zhang Tong's voice carried a hint of complaint.
"It's fine! Don't worry, I'm feeling great right now," I replied almost without thinking. Upon hearing this, Zhang Tong stopped pressing the issue, and I continued to hurry along the path, tension building as another minute passed.
Yet, the tomb passage showed no signs of ending. Someone, unable to contain their emotions, exclaimed, "Something's not right! Are we encountering ghosts?" As soon as those words were spoken, others chimed in, "This is clearly a dead end!"
"Anyone unwilling to go further can turn back now." The voice was abrupt but carried a subtle authority. I turned to see the mysterious figure who had previously opened this tomb passage, known as Dragon's Mouth.
After that statement, no one dared to speak.
Even the Fish Head Elder displayed an unreadable expression.
I stared at the figure's back for a moment but couldn't discern anything unusual. However, I suspected that this person was not ordinary; otherwise, they wouldn't possess such an intimidating presence.
Those who made it this far were likely not simple folk; they were skilled individuals—people who delved into the earth and engaged in treasure hunting or tomb raiding.
After all, this place could very well be the legendary Ghostly Heavenly Palace!
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