The Ancient Corpse in the Bronze Coffin

Chen An’nian pushed open the blood-red wooden door and entered slowly.

Whether it was a psychological effect or not, there seemed to be a slightly different atmosphere in this stone house.

On the walls, there were some carved figures.

As Chen An’nian approached for a closer look, he furrowed his brows slightly.

He saw a group of people kneeling in front of a massive head.

“This head must belong to that guy!”

“Why are people still worshiping this head?”

Chen An’nian continued walking forward, and there were more carvings on the walls, seemingly depicting a war.

Two groups of people engaged in battle.

But it was hard to discern much more from them.

Chen An’nian reached out and touched the carvings.

The rough texture of the stone wall felt real and chilling.

As he walked further, everything was shattered.

A huge deep pit appeared on the ground before his eyes.

Even the stone tablet in front of the pit was broken.

Chen An’nian focused his gaze.