"Ding——"
A crisp metallic collision sounded in the silent and gloomy cave.
"The eighth one..."
Qin Lang received the gold coin that had flown to him under the control of Dan Bao's thought waves, and heaved a sigh of relief.
The organizers had indeed gone great lengths. At every hiding place of the gold coin, they had set up a variety of scary props. If it were not for Dan Bao's thought power control that could fetch the gold coin without triggering the traps, exploring this dark cave would be unbearable.
Looking at the blocked path ahead, Qin Lang shrugged, "We can go back the same way and try our luck at the next fork."
This was when the markers they made on their way in became essential.
The two little creatures hurriedly followed Qin Lang's steps, vigilantly glancing around.
After being scared several times, they now felt a sense of tension as if they were in a battleground.
