Tomb Robbery: Survive with a Broken Arm at the Beginning and Enter the Sea of ​​​​Worms

The tomb robber's right arm was stuck by a mechanism, and the flower language attracted spiritual insects to follow the smell of blood and swoop in to gnaw at the flesh. I drank the Shenshi Dan on the spot to calm my breath, cut off my arm with a backhand knife to the shoulder, and ran wildly into the corridor while dragging my disabled friend. The buzzing of insects behind him came like a tidal wave, and a kerosene lamp suddenly lit up at the corner ahead. Behind the lamp stood a young man in a moon-white gown, spinning a bronze bell in his hand and tilting his head at me.