The reclining chair was put away into the underground chamber, replaced by a staircase leading to a basement.
Yu Liang descended the staircase. The basement door was also made of flesh and blood, but this time there was no bone-spike-shaped recess. Instead, there was a hole similar to a keyhole.
The hole was as big as a fist, veiled in darkness.
It was not quite round, but near-circular, with protrusions at its corners.
"There's no key." Li Huazhao also evaluated their predicament. "Should we try to force it open?"
"No, the strength of this flesh wall is high, it can't be destroyed." The badge's "Purge" ability surfaced in Yu Liang's mind, but he rejected the thought after some hesitation.
If there was a keyhole, then the key should exist somewhere in the base. There was still no need to resort to the "Purge" badge to solve the problem.
Yu Liang took a careful look at the keyhole and felt that its cross-section resembled something.
