Li Dapang, although as plump as a big fat pig, was surprisingly nimble, his bare-hand climbing of the thick stone pillars was on par with some of the best rock climbers.
Just as he reached ten meters high, only halfway to the cave ceiling, he looked up.
That one glance was enough to make Li Dapang's heart sink; he saw a face staring down at him from the top of the cave.
The top of the cave should have been all stone, but somehow, a bizarre human face the size of a millstone had appeared.
Then the face vanished, and the area turned blood red; the bottom of a coffin emerged, and a cyan-gray stone coffin plummeted towards Li Dapang.
Li Dapang was nearly scared out of his wits, his limbs exerted force violently as he leapt to the side, grabbing onto a thick rope dangling with cocoons.
After the coffin hit the ground, its lid flew off, revealing the contents inside.
