“The time? What is this right time you speak of?” Lu Yun quickly asked when he heard the voice. It should belong to the dead of the tomb. There was no danger in the floating tomb, but it abounded with uncanniness. Perhaps this dead could answer his questions.

“When it is time for your death.”

Lu Yun shrugged and Qingfeng’s eyes widened.

“Then let’s keep going. Since he won’t say anything, we’ll haul him out here so we can ask him some questions.” Lu Yun strode forward, not intending to turn back. Qingfeng quickly followed in his footsteps.

Although the voice didn’t sound again, the scene changed in front of their eyes. Layers...