The group of people below was dumbfounded, especially the modern folks from the outside world, each holding back their laughter.
Probably only Chu Hao could say such "outlandish" things in front of these people.
Chu Hao was genuinely curious about how people lived thousands of years ago. Now, he was closer to the truth than those archaeologists.
Suddenly, on the eighty-sixth stone step, Chu Hao saw someone. The person looked lifeless, with hollow eyes. It was the young master of the Undying Sect, the Netherworld People.
Xia Yuqing frowned and said, "Wang Shuyu! You're still alive."
The young master of the Undying Sect turned his head without a trace of expression. This guy was different from others; he was crafted from a corpse, very peculiar.
"Didn't Wang Shuyu already die?" Gu Yan was equally perplexed.
In their era, Wang Shuyu was long gone. Even if this guy were a ghost, it seemed unlikely, as Wang Shuyu's death was quite tragic back then.
