The tomb was dark, and only the flame in Li Tian's palm was burning. The smell of blood lingered in the air, and the woman's cries broke the silence.
The skeletons in front of them were clearly killed not long ago. However, Li Tian and the others were nearby, but they didn't hear any sound.
Someone was actually doing evil right in front of their eyes, provoking and threatening them.
Li Tian, fatty, and the others felt bad as they looked at Feng Xia, who was heartbroken. They didn't know how to comfort her.
She didn't know how long she had been crying, but she couldn't keep her eyes open. Her lips were a little dry and cracked, and her entire face was numb.
He still remembered the blindfold he had seen earlier. It was stained with blood and was dripping with blood. It lay crookedly on the White bones. It was an extremely tragic death.