Emperor Ming’s Sword

Tantai Ling went down the stairs, observing that there were heaps of dried bones on both sides. Some of these bones had belonged to workmen whose hands were still holding metal shovels and the likes. It seemed that they had died here after the tomb was built. Other bones were those of experts who had come exploring, killed by an unknown presence.

Ye Chen stepped forward. There was a loud crackle as some of the bones were crushed to powder under his foot.

The dull echoes reverberated along the stairs for a long time, heading toward the distant underground depths.

Ye Chen was slightly startled and treaded even more lightly.

"These stairs might have some mechanisms set up." Tantai Ling's voice came up from below. From the depths, waves of sinister chill surged up. Currently, not even she would dare to act carelessly. 

Hiss hiss!

A high-pitched sound suddenly came up from below.