"There must still be some supernatural things in here," said Count Shuren, "when the first generation of the Xikemeier Family was buried, his favorite war hounds were buried with him."
"Damn, are there really ghosts here?"
Yan Song in the crowd shivered, suddenly realizing that following the group down as a powerless scout seemed a bit risky.
But the other players didn't care.
They simply drew their weapons in silence, ready to deal with any dangers that might arise.
"Put your weapons away!"
Doris scolded:
"I have the Xikemeier Family's crest given to me by Count Shuren in my hand, that's enough to ensure we won't be attacked by the guardians of the dead in the tomb, but it's a different story if you're holding weapons in front of their ancestors.
From my experience, the dead don't have the patience to reason with you."
"Oh."
Scolded by an NPC, the players obediently sheathed their weapons and followed Doris deeper into the tomb.
