Huang Wanrou came to the broken door and turned to look at Old Man Yan. "Old Man Yan, is there something wrong here?"

Old Man Yan frowned, looking at the abnormally spinning pointer, and hesitated, "The yin energy here is too heavy; I'm afraid many people have been buried alive here."

Wang Haibo glanced at Old Man Yan with disdain and sneered, "These kinds of large tombs all require hundreds of people to be sacrificed. If you're scared, go up there and stop whining."

Old Man Yan's expression changed slightly; he seemed about to say something, but then held back.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Huang Wanrou smiled and said, "Alright, the ventilation is almost done. If we don't go in soon, it will be dawn."

Wang Haibo curled one corner of his mouth, glanced at Old Man Yan, and led Zhou Yan inside first.

Old Man Yan pursed his lips and followed behind with his junior brother and nephew. In the dim light, no one noticed the cold glint that flashed across his wrinkled face.

Shi Lan looked at the cave entrance from which a faint gray smoke was rising, hesitated for a moment, and then saw Huang Wanrou calmly watching her from a step behind. Although she didn't say anything, Shi Lan knew that she meant for Huang Wanrou to go first.

Shi Lan shrugged and followed Yao Jinpeng, who was walking behind her.

Huang Wanyi then pulled Leng Qingyue to walk at the very back.

The group of eight walked through the dark passageway, the stark white searchlights illuminating the path ahead. The murals carved on both sides of the walls, depicting various scenes, presented a magnificent yet colorful picture to the group under the light.

The tomb passage was wide enough for two people to walk side by side with room to spare. The walls on both sides were covered with portraits of people in gorgeous clothes and beautiful decorations. The reliefs were intricate and the expressions were extremely lifelike. The vibrant colors made the murals so vivid that it almost gave people the illusion that they were about to walk down from the walls.

The tomb passage was very quiet, and the sound of everyone's footsteps echoed in the empty space, which made Shi Lan, who was entering such a place for the first time, very nervous.

Wang Haibo, who was at the front, carefully tapped the wall with the handle of a short shovel. With each hollow 'clang' sound, Wang Haibo would lean close to the stone wall and listen for a moment.

The most common defense method for tombs with a long history is the use of mechanisms. This is Wang Haibo's specialty. His purpose in leading the charge is to break the mechanisms in the tomb and clear obstacles for the people behind him.

They walked for an unknown amount of time, but the surroundings remained calm. There were no arrows to protect them from, which put everyone at ease.

Zhou Yan even had the mood to comment on the murals on the wall. If Wang Haibo hadn't stopped her, she probably would have peeled off a piece to keep as a souvenir.

In contrast, Old Man Yan remained silent, shining his small flashlight on the compass, as if there was something there that was worth his attention.

Shi Lan and Yao Jinpeng followed behind Old Man Yan. Upon seeing this, they tilted their heads and glanced at it. The pointer on the compass was like a malfunctioning fan, spinning back and forth repeatedly.

Shi Lan subconsciously picked up her flashlight and scanned the surroundings, only to find that the black smoke had turned into a thin mist, ethereal and hazy, lingering around them.

Shi Lan was startled, and a cold sweat broke out on her back. She could feel the chilling aura through her clothes.

After walking a few dozen meters, two paths appeared before them. Everyone stopped and waited for Wang Haibo and Old Man Yan to make a decision. Wang Haiqing was good at mechanisms, but not so good at finding directions. Fortunately, Old Man Yan was good at it, so everyone's eyes were more focused on Old Man Yan than on the two of them.

At this moment, Old Man Yan looked extremely serious. He stared at the compass for a long time before directing everyone to go to the left.

Once inside, Old Man Yan became the leader, and everyone followed his lead.

Shi Lan was no exception here, and continued to follow the steps of the person in front of her. However, after taking only a few steps, she felt as if she had blinked, and the fog in front of her suddenly disappeared. Yao Jinpeng, who had been next to her, also suddenly disappeared at that moment.

The surroundings were so quiet it felt like a vacuum. Shi Lan's heart pounded with panic, and her back was immediately soaked with cold sweat.

She gasped for breath and frantically shone her flashlight around. Only then did she realize that the black fog around her was terrifyingly thick, and black water droplets had condensed on the wall next to her, continuously flowing down the wall.

Shi Lan stopped instinctively. The water at her feet slowly spread towards her. Shi Lan took two steps back timidly and called out softly, "Grandpa Yan."

The tomb passage was empty, and her shouts echoed through it, sending chills down her spine.

Although Shi Lan had entered several worlds, her experience was still insufficient. In addition, she had always dealt with people, and this was her first time dealing with ethereal and unpredictable ghosts.

Shi Lan's hands began to tremble, and her legs felt as weak as noodles.

She knew nothing about ancient tombs. The little she knew before was useless to her now. She also had no idea about the knowledge the original owner had learned because the reception was interrupted. She had very limited knowledge about how to deal with ghosts and monsters.

"Don't panic, calm your mind and recite the Chaos Mantra in your heart," just when she didn't know what to do, a male voice like a jade bead tapping on a jade plate gently rang in her ears, so cold and indifferent, yet so familiar.

Shi Lan felt reassured, and the corners of her mouth, which had been drooping, turned up slightly. After a few seconds, she tentatively asked, "Haoze?"

"Hmm," the man replied indifferently.

Shi Lan couldn't help but grin, feeling a sense of belonging as if she were seeing a family member. This made her realize that Haoze wasn't as cold as she had thought, even though he remained aloof towards her.

Shi Lan closed her eyes, listened to Hao Ze's words, and silently recited the incantation she had practiced countless times every day. Soon she felt her body lighten, and when she opened her eyes again, the surrounding black mist had receded several feet away at some point.

Shi Lan looked around at the empty space, somewhat bewildered: "Haoze, are you still there?"

"I am here."

Before she finished speaking, Shi Lan felt as if there were ripples in the water in front of her, and Hao Ze's figure appeared and disappeared.

"How did you end up here?" Having resolved the immediate crisis, Shi Lan began to feel like gossiping.

Haoze's dark eyes held a deep meaning. "This mission is somewhat related to me, so I came to take a look."

Shi Lan blinked in confusion, wondering to herself, "He's a high and mighty god, how could this be related to him?"

"Shi Lan..." Huang Wanrou called from afar. Shi Lan glanced at the dark tomb passage and frowned in annoyance.

Haoze turned his head to look at the dark tomb passage, his usually stern face now carrying a hint of coldness. "Be careful of this person, she has ill intentions towards you."

Shi Lan nodded obediently.

Looking at her adorable appearance, Haoze felt his heart melt and told her, "Be careful."

After saying that, he slowly disappeared.