Chapter 6: Sand

During this process, Tang San only uttered four words. The fissure beneath his feet had already grown enormous, splitting the steps in two. Below was a torrent of quicksand, flowing rapidly downward. Behind him came the piercing screams of six individuals, yet there was no dull thud of heavy objects hitting the ground. These were living people! They fell into the quicksand and vanished without a trace in an instant. Tang San only caught a glimpse of one person's hair, but it too was fleeting.

Choose one of the two, it is inevitable. Bai Yi lifted the lamp in his hand and probed forward. The upward path seemed to spiral endlessly upward, as if there were an infinitely vast space above, resembling a * diagram * or * book *. In contrast, the path straight ahead appeared narrow and crowded, as if there were no way forward. Bai Yi turned back and asked: "Which path should we take?"

Tang San looked down at his feet, where the gap was widening! A chilling airflow spread upwards from below, causing his feet to feel increasingly cold. "Not good!" he shouted, suddenly pushing Bai Yi, who was standing in front of him, upwards. "Hurry up!"

Ding Dali took the lead and stepped onto the stairs. Looking at Ding Dali's broad and powerful back, Tang Sancheng found it hard to articulate the feeling in his heart; it was stifling, overwhelming. Bai Yi had already caught up, and he hurriedly followed closely behind him and the books. The sound of "shasha" still echoed in his ears. Gradually, the "shasha" sound became more intense. With each step he took, it resonated in his ears, first like fine sand, falling little by little. Slowly, the "shasha" sound grew more urgent. Tang Sancheng felt that it had gathered into a river, no, a waterfall!

The Quicksand Formation, this is the Quicksand Formation... Bai Yi pressed his back against the stone wall, murmuring: "Who exactly is the master of this tomb..."

Ding Dali was sobbing as he ran up with Bai Yi, making beast-like howls as they ran. Tang Sancheng was so overwhelmed by this scene that he couldn't utter a word. Just moments ago, his instinct for survival had compelled him to grip the steps tightly above, and his fingers still throbbed with pain. His legs felt numb, and he could only move them forward and backward. He lost track of time, but eventually felt the surroundings open up, and the rustling sounds ceased. Only then did he collapse to the ground as if dead.

Tang San trembled all over, his right hand tightly gripping the blue stone slab above. Bai Yi, who had been pushed forward by Tang San, turned back with a pale complexion. He grabbed Tang San's hand and pulled him up with force. Ding Dali's fists struck against the stone wall, producing muffled sounds from his throat. The lives of six brothers were lost

Tang San shook his head: "I don't know"

Tang San felt a sharp pain in his throat. He raised his eyes to look around. Under the dim light of the kerosene lamp, the place appeared extremely spacious. Bai Yi, holding the lamp, slowly walked towards the center and turned back to call out: "Dali!"

Ding Dali and Tang San both saw it; there were two stone coffins, two identical stone coffins! The patterns on them were something Tang San had never seen before; they were peculiar, resembling hornless dragons with long whiskers, their bodies entwined with each other, while simultaneously revealing their fangs as if they were about to bite into each other's bodies. These dragons did not convey the majestic impression typically associated with dragons, but rather resembled a group of monsters that were devouring one another. A chill immediately enveloped the three of them.

Hurry up! Bai Yi was not particularly shaken; he even gave Ding Dali a punch: "Dali!"

Bai Yi also felt that his question was somewhat absurd; the path had to be chosen by oneself. He leaned forward to take a look and said, "Go ahead!" Ding Dali blocked Bai Yi's way and said, "Brother Bai, let me go in front."

"We should not have come here." Ding Dali, in a fit of rage, banged his head against the wall, the sound echoing in Tang Sancheng's ears like the drums at a funeral