But this team, the moment they entered Xue Wenquan's tomb, fell victim to the first trap, losing three of their number, and the previously steady team began to panic.
"Everyone, don't panic..."
Du Guosheng was indeed an extraordinary person; with a few words, he considerably soothed their agitated emotions.
The group, grieving though they were, left behind their dead companions and continued onward.
This time, Du Guosheng took the lead, with the others following one by one.
What they didn't know was that, at some unknown time, an additional person had appeared behind them—this person was Mu Qian.
Like a praying mantis stalking a cicada, unaware of the oriole behind, Mu Qian planned to make his move at the key moment!
The long stone staircase led down to the bottom of the burial chamber; this chamber was not as luxurious as Wen Jiaren's palace; in fact, it could even be described as Spartan. Xue Wenquan had devoted his life to the study of the odd and the bizarre.
