The tomb was cold and damp.
Tan Jiangling leaned against the blue brick wall and took a bite of the compressed biscuit. The flashlight beam swept across the twisted faces on the mural, and he didn't even raise his eyelids - after ten years of doing this, he was already used to it.
The phone suddenly vibrated.
"Fuck." He frowned. Where did the signal come from in this damn place? On the screen was a series of garbled numbers.
Connected.
"Hello?"
No response. There was just the sizzling sound of electricity, like something... Crawling on the other side.
He was about to hang up.
[Ding——]
The sound was not coming from the receiver. It just blew up in my head.
[Adapted host detected... Bound to the '10,000-fold return' system... Binding... 10%... 50%...]
"What the hell?" Tan Jiangling spat, "Did I hallucinate?"
But the body doesn't obey its orders.
The half piece of compressed biscuit in my hand suddenly became hot. He lowered his head and saw a strange golden light floating on the surface of the biscuit.
