"What lies behind this stone door?"
Shang Xingchen stared at the massive stone door, suddenly sensing a faint thread of danger within him. It felt as though something terrifying lay hidden behind it, waiting for an unsuspecting soul to step into its trap. He furrowed his brows.
In ancient ruins, there were not only treasures but also dangers. Those who sought secrets and hidden wonders often found that for every ten who ventured in, only one would return.
After contemplating for a while, Shang Xingchen decided... to wait!
Wait for a lucky passerby to open the door first. This way, he could learn what was behind it without risking himself. Let others bear the danger. As for the opportunity, he would take it for himself.
Shang Xingchen retreated into a nearby concealed cave and waited in silence. His Yin Nether Insects scattered, resting on the rock walls, acting as his eyes and ears. It wasn't long before a lucky individual unknowingly approached the door.
"Damn it, what kind of cursed place is this? Shouldn't have come… Huh? What's that door?"
Song Tianlong stared at the ancient, heavy stone door, initially shocked, then filled with excitement.
He was the top disciple of Black Wind True Master, the leader of Black Wind Island. Though Black Wind Island had withdrawn, he couldn't resist the temptation and had brought a few trusted subordinates to Desolate Island, hoping to claim some share of the fortune.
However, just a few days into their arrival, they had encountered strange occurrences. His subordinates had scattered, and he had been wandering alone in the maze-like caves, growing numb to the situation. To his surprise, he had now discovered a door.
"This must be the true entrance to the ruins!" he thought, overjoyed.
Song Tianlong hurried to the stone door and pressed both of his arms against it, exerting all his strength.
Boom—rumble.
The stone door groaned, and a deep, resonating sound echoed from within. Under his immense power, the stone door, sealed for countless years, began to slowly open. The air was thick with the scent of ancient dust and decay.
Song Tianlong strained to peer inside, but all he saw was a pitch-black void.
"What exactly is inside here…" he murmured to himself.
Before he could finish speaking, a bolt of black light suddenly shot out from the gap in the stone door.
Song Tianlong's scalp tingled. He quickly stepped back, instinctively ducking his head. But his movement was still too slow.
Pffft!
A sharp bone spear pierced deep into his left shoulder.
Song Tianlong let out a scream of pain, stumbling backward. Only then did he catch a glimpse of his attacker in the faint light outside.
It was a humanoid creature.
Tall and gaunt, it stood nearly eight feet high. Its joints were covered in dense bone armor, and its hands and feet were transformed into bone spears and bone hammers. It looked similar to a corpse puppet, but it was far more formidable and terrifying.
The creature licked the blood off its bone spear, its eyes flashing with a naked, insatiable greed. Without hesitation, it charged toward Song Tianlong, relentlessly pursuing him.
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Song Tianlong was horrified and fled in panic, not caring about anything else. The human and the monster gradually moved farther away, their sounds fading into the distance. Once all was silent, Shang Xingchen finally emerged from his hiding spot. His face was pale, reflecting his own shock.
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