Inside the mausoleum, underground.
"Owww…" Huo Ling cried and held his head when he felt it hurt. He felt it is wet, and the liquid is warm. It also felt sticky, and smelled fishy and rustic. "Ouch… this is – " he muttered.
He opened his eyes and, with his other hand holding a flashlight, raised his hand to illuminate the warm and wet liquid on his other hand. It was blood.
"Ugh!" he grunted as he tried to sit up, but his head felt dizzy and he fell on his back again. He looked around and saw the dim and dingy old hallway is empty. "Where am I…?" he muttered and grunted in pain when he tried to sit up again. "Ah!" he cried when he felt his foot ached after he moved his leg. "Damn it." He cursed. It seems like he has twisted his ankle when he fell. "I can't die here…" he muttered under his breath as he placed his hands on the wall and used it to support himself up.
