Xu Qing's eyes narrowed while the captain's eyes gleamed.
Both of their gazes landed on the large tomb. This tomb was completely black and was filled with a sinister air. There was also an ancient feeling to it, as though it had experienced the passage of time.
The overall shape was like a shrine with pillars erected on both sides. There should have been words on them in the past but they were eroded by time.
There was a small stone person sitting cross-legged and meditating inside the shrine.
The facial features of this small person were also weathered and looked like a faceless person. It gave off a dense air of strangeness.
Xu Qing and the captain looked at each other and could see each other's vigilance. They didn't act rashly and slowly retreated. They weren't going to investigate but planned to report this matter to the sect.
After all, this tomb was peculiar, and the three words on the tombstone gave off a sense of eerie and mystery.
