The bowl exploded into pieces, and the pestle in my hand wouldn't stop shaking!
The man with the mustache looked scared out of his mind, stammering, "I...I've never seen anything like this...the bowl actually broke!"
My face tensed up too.
The bowl and pestle came from Buddhism, you know. They were packed with faith power and good energy, strong enough to crush any evil in the world.
But now? The bowl was in pieces!
"Let's get out of here. No treasure's worth dying for." The man with the mustache grabbed me, ready to bolt.
But I said coldly, "You want to run? Go ahead. I'm staying. The more dangerous it gets, the bigger the payoff."
I didn't have much time left, so I had to roll the dice.
As long as the risk could boost my strength, any sacrifice was worth it.
With that, I walked forward.
The man with the mustache hesitated, then gritted his teeth and muttered, "Screw it, I'm coming too. I don't believe I can't handle this!"
So he hurried after me.
