The sudden scream of the person next to them frightened everyone as if they had seen a ghost; they hurriedly pushed away, creating a circular space.
Lin Baici walked over and stood five meters away to examine the situation closely.
"Hehe, the curse has begun, the first one!"
The brawny man laughed boldly, his right elbow propped on his knee, his palm dragging his cheek, tilting his head slightly, an expression of an opera aficionado.
"Xiao Bai, is this curse similar to the rule contamination created by the Ask God Turtle Shell in the Palm Harbor God Market?"
Hua Yue Yu muttered softly, stealing glances at the brawny man on the pyramid steps: "Should we go snatch that golden mask?"
"No rush!"
Lin Baici approached the corpse: "That mask obviously has the ability to enchant people, I'm worried that touching it might lead to us being controlled!"
Lin Baici approached the plump man's corpse and prodded it with a Songmu torch.
