"The tiger shows its might..." Zhaosi seemed to have had enough, the smile vanished from his face, leaving only a boundless coldness in his eyes.
Crunch crunch crunch—
The humanoid black smoke turned into a giant hand and crushed the tomb master in its palm; other skeletons were engulfed by the black smoke that suddenly appeared in the tomb chamber, creating a crisp sound that blended together. I imagine people who crush instant noodles for stress relief would love this sound.
As the black smoke dissipated, the layer of bones reached my waist, with half of my body buried in the bone pile.
I brushed off the bone residue from my body, opened my medicine bag to continue supplementing myself. At this moment, standing in the tomb chamber were only four security guards, Zhaosi, me, and the female white-collar worker—seven people in total.
