Eight-Armed Vajra

The pale face disappeared in a flash.

Lin Yan's heart almost skipped a beat as he took three steps back.

The burning sleeve landed on the ground outside the crack. It was actually paved with stone bricks. The dim light vaguely illuminated a small artificial stone room that looked like a quiet room.

The pale face from before was already hidden in the shadow of the fire and could not be seen.

In its place, a tall and thin black shadow that was unknown if it was a human or a ghost stood by the burning hempen sleeve.

Lin Yan paused for a moment and stared fixedly at the black shadow. Even when the sleeve burned out, the black shadow remained motionless, as if it was dead.

He had already gone too far to give up…

He tore the other sleeve and lit it up again. He threw it into the stone room and slowly walked forward.