Small pattern
The ancient tomb mechanism is ever-changing.
The stone door plummeted from above, and the atmosphere around instantly tensed, an invisible aura of danger enveloping those present.
Su Xiaochi glanced around and noticed that only two had followed them in.
"Well, it's just the four of us now, keep up."
Fortunately, the signal booster Wen Nuan had given was quite effective; despite being split into two groups, they were still able to keep in touch.
"Be careful, something's off."
As Tang Shu walked, she observed the mechanisms. Those branches, though they looked irregular, were coated with a layer of barely visible black, likely caused by some kind of drug.
Just to be safe, she took out a porcelain vase and poured out a Detoxification Pill for each person.
"Swallow this, and if you feel unwell, let me know."
"What's this?"