King of Mountain Ghost

Before we went in, I said to Bobby, "Check your ammunition. I don't think I have much left."

"Since you mentioned it, let me check."

Both of us took out our magazines to take stock of how much we had left.

I was left with one last magazine of twelve bullets.

And Bobby was left with around two magazines.

"Should be enough to deal with that Lewis; don't be trigger-happy from now on," I said.

"As long as there are no more zombies and big white toads, then I guess it will be enough."

"Come on, let's go."

We slowly entered the entrance, and through a small tunnel. After we walked for about five minutes, it opened up again.

The central chamber of the side tomb.

I wasn't sure what lay in the other two routes they had chosen.

"Sam, look," Bobby pointed to some coins littered on the ground.

"We must be close. Stay alert," I said.

Bobby, being Bobby, couldn't bear to part with treasures and picked up the coins.