"Who is playing tricks? Come out here!"
Su Tianlong clenched his sharp sword and shouted coldly.
His voice echoed through the empty tomb mansion, like a soul-enslaving spell.
Tap Tap—
Faint footsteps arrived, and a white-robed man walked out of the dim passageway.
Chu Jiangliu and a group of tomb keepers all turned their heads to look, showing a gaze of incredulity and utter astonishment when they saw this white-robed man!
This white-robed man, his garments not only stained with dry blood, but also covered with a thick layer of dust, as if he had not moved for years, the dust piling up like mountains on his body.
His face was haggard and pale, the pallor one of never seeing the sun, sending chills down one's spine, as if he had just returned from hell!
Stubble covered his face.
What was most appalling were his eyes.
Those eyes, lifeless, filled with a deadly stillness and an empty void.
He walked out of the dim passageway and stood in front of Su Tianlong.
