Biting the Hands That Feed You

"Spirit-lit Lamps?"

None of them had ever heard of anything like this.

It was difficult for them to believe something they'd never heard of.

Feng Bucun looked sideways at Chen Xiaobei and snorted, "Heh! You really like to complicate things unnecessarily, don't you? That would be a human lighting the candle and a spirit blowing it off. What stupid Spirit-lit Lamp? Don't pretend to know if you don't know! What a joke!"

Chen Xiaobei was not at all disturbed by this rude comment. He simply shrugged and said, "If you don't believe me, you can just walk in and see for yourself."

"Tha…" Feng Bucun did not know what to say. All the tough talk aside, he did not dare be the first to enter that passage.

Previously, when he ignored Chen Xiaobei's advice and tried to open the door with his sword, he got into trouble. Right now, Feng Bucun was not the only one who was afraid of entering first. In fact, none of them dared to do so.