It's worth noting that the Ghost Mother Kingdom has existed for thousands of years, and the fact that these mechanisms can still function after so many years is truly remarkable.

What's most remarkable is that these mechanisms are ingeniously designed, turning the entire palace into a series of traps. Given the production level at the time, this would have required the utmost national effort in any country.

Although the Ghost Mother Kingdom was a very transcendent country at the time, its territory was not the largest, nor did it have the most subjects. To be able to build such a palace under such circumstances was beyond what could be described as national strength.

The thought that couldn't be ignored by everyone was: Could it be that the Ghost Mother Kingdom was impoverished because the Ghost Mother built palaces and underground palaces?

The rumbling continued, and a huge door slowly appeared in the perfectly sealed wall.

"Exit, this is the exit."

Everyone rushed over, and at the exit were many steps leading down to the ground. Without thinking twice, everyone went straight up the steps.

By this time, it was extremely dark, and everyone had to turn on their flashlights and other lighting tools to see the path below the steps.

We climbed dozens of steps.

The things below the steps were finally revealed to everyone more clearly.

That was an altar.

A huge circular altar, very similar in shape to the one in the mural, shone with a luminous white light against the surrounding darkness.

Mingxiao's heart pounded wildly. She seemed to see dozens of dragon brides being sacrificed to the dragon. Her vision went black, she lost her footing, and almost fell.

Jiang Fu immediately helped her up.

"What’s wrong with you?"

"Nothing!" Ming Xiao couldn't help but shiver.

"It's good that you're alright!" Jiang Fu looked at her calmly.

Mingxiao grabbed his arm as if it were a lifeline, "I mean, if, if we have to hold a sacrificial ceremony to get out, will you use me as a sacrifice?"

Jiang Fu looked at her, his eyes devoid of emotion.

"Don't worry, that won't happen; it's just a legend."

“…” Ming Xiao released his arm.

She didn't miss Jiang Fu's words. He said that this situation wouldn't happen, not that he wouldn't let her be a sacrifice. A chill ran through her heart, and she instinctively wanted to get as far away from the altar as possible.

She couldn't help but look back at the hall she had come from; the door there was slowly closing, and she could never return to the hall.

Jiang Fu supported her and said softly, "I assure you, I will never let you make an unnecessary sacrifice."

Mingxiao nodded, feeling slightly better.

Within minutes, the group had reached the altar.

When the flashlight shone on him, Zhao Qixing was so frightened that he dropped the flashlight.

"There's a ghost!"

Everyone was on edge, and this shout made them instantly jumpy.

"What the hell? Where's the ghost?"

"Holy crap! Who the hell is yelling like that?"

The group shone their flashlights haphazardly in the darkness.

Jiang Fu shouted, "Stop! Don't panic!"

He held Mingxiao's hand tightly and shone the flashlight onto the altar.

The moment he shone the flashlight, he couldn't help but shudder and almost dropped it. On the altar, a dozen female corpses knelt neatly, their faces gaunt and terrifying; at first glance, they could scare the soul out of one's body.

Mingxiao screamed and almost fainted.

"The Dragon Bride!"

Everyone shone their flashlights at once, and the power of seven or eight high-powered flashlights was not to be underestimated, illuminating the altar clearly in an instant.

More than a dozen female corpses were kneeling around a coffin in the center of the altar.