The sounds of gears turning filled the air, echoing loudly within the dim underground chamber.
Little Meat Bun, biting his finger, stared intently with great curiosity.
The door to the chamber opened. Xiangka Tianji, clad in a black witch robe, stood hesitantly at the door with an indecisive expression, uncertain whether to step in.
Little Meat Bun, waiting nearby, was almost dying of impatience. Being underground where it was eerily cold and spine-chilling, what was the old devout woman doing dozing off here!
"Speak not of ghosts and gods! Speak not of ghosts and gods! Yaoyao is not scared, not scared!" Little Meat Bun clasped his hands and murmured to comfort himself in a low voice.
Oh, why hasn't the old devout woman entered yet? He was almost scared too much!
Finally, after Little Meat Bun prayed countless times, Xiangka Tianji seemed to make up her mind and walked into the chamber.
