"...I, I understand!" Magong Tong, who was mostly brought along by Magong Yongshi, nodded vigorously, "Beichuan is trying so hard, I cannot slack off!"
She tightly clutched a key made of material that was neither metal nor wood in her other hand.
On the handle of the key, a mysterious flower pattern interlaced with white chrysanthemums, appeared exceptionally magnificent.
Shenzhu Shihui then looked back at Magong Yongshi.
"Yongshi, do not forget our duty."
"I understand, Sister Shihui, even for Tong's sake… I will try my best." Magong Yongshi nodded and stepped onto another wooden path.
They, two people and two ghosts, seemed to be prepared, and Beichuan Si did not hesitate.
He first walked to the entrance of the underground palace and pulled up the stone slab, then closed all the stone doors encountered along the way.
Then, he arranged some larger rocks together to form a simple barricade.
