"Well, I'll be, there really is a tunnel."
Chen Yang's eyes lit up as he took out a flashlight and shone it down into the hole. The tunnel was shored up with wooden supports and turned a corner after extending over ten meters, obscuring the view beyond.
He leaped down into the tunnel and turned back to wave at Qiao Daihan, "Come on, follow me."
Chen Yang moved forward along the tunnel, which clearly had ventilation holes, as the air inside wasn't unpleasant.
After about fifteen minutes of walking, they came upon a chamber of roughly thirty square meters.
Besides an incense table against the wall and a meditation cushion in front of it, the chamber was empty, its walls bare.
The incense table and cushion were covered with a thick layer of dust, the table was rotting, and several large mushrooms had grown on it, clearly indicating the passage of many years.
"What is this place?" Qiao Daihan looked around, puzzled.
