C191 (1/2)

”Senior brother Lu Ming, there's another dried corpse here!”

As Lu Ming and the rest continued to enter deeper, they encountered more and more dried corpses.

The vestment they were wearing had all been stripped off by Lu Ming and his group, and their harvest could be said to be plentiful.

However, they'd discovered an important phenomenon along the way.

That was, every single one of the mummified corpses they encountered were almost exactly the same.

Their faces when they died were all distorted, as if they were enduring a great deal of pain as they died. The sight of it caused everyone to break out in a cold sweat.

”Senior Brother Lu Ming, you said that all of the cultivators in this ancient city died in the same manner.

One of the younger Dan Sect disciples said to Lu Ming in a probing tone after she saw the miserable state of the many corpses.

When everyone heard his words, they looked at each other in dismay.

Actually, they had already thought of this earlier. It was just that they didn't say it out loud.

Legend has it that curses came from hell. It was a very strange spell.

It can cause a person to die from invisibility, or suffer endless pain.

The ancient city in front of them was so grand and magnificent, and the things they had on their bodies were also very rich. However, why was it that when all of the Cultivators died, they died the same way?

Therefore, they all thought of the legendary curse.

Hearing his words, Lu Ming frowned slightly, but right after, his face sank again.

”Don't make wild guesses. Take off this vestment, we will continue forward!”

Lu Ming shouted at them.

Facing so many good things and giving them up just like that, he was naturally unwilling.

Besides, the curse was something out of the legends. No one had ever seen it before, so no one knew whether it existed or not.