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Quiet dripping echoed through the dim stone corridor. The air was humid and stuffy, carrying a pungent, damp and musty smell. Magic torches on the stone pillars crackled and flickered, casting unpredictable, faint light that made the depths of the corridor look like a beast's wide-open, bloody maw.

On the damp ground, a large rat occasionally scurried past my feet. They stopped in the dark corners of the wall without hesitation, looking at me with scarlet eyes, like vultures in the desert sizing up a Traveler who is about to die of thirst. Black desert scorpions lay quietly on the ground; at first glance, they seemed to be in a state of hibernation. But whenever insects or rats approached, they would dart up with lightning speed. Once caught, the poisonous tail would stab up fiercely, announcing the death of the prey.

Not far from the village, I entered the Crypt accidentally dug out by the Villager Rick. I lit a torch and walked carefully, crouching low, for about ten minutes. The depths of the Crypt gradually widened, and finally, a faint, dim light came from the Exit, emerging from the Crypt. What was presented before me was such a scene.

I stomped down hard, crushing the desert scorpion that had taken me for prey. It had clamped onto my foot with its pincers, its poisonous tail fiercely stabbing at my shoe. The rats hiding in the dark corners, waiting to spy on me, saw the scorpion's fate and let out squeaking sounds of unknown joy or fear, particularly harsh in the quiet Stony Tomb. They scattered and fled. When I walked away, the puddle of scorpion pulp under my feet would become a rare delicacy they would scramble for.

Obviously, this Place was an unknown ancient Tomb, just as Rick said. Looking back, the Exit of the Crypt I came from was actually just a large hole in the wall of the Stony Tomb.

I thought about it and felt that as long as I blocked the entrance of this cave more firmly, those stupid monsters would not be able to find it at all. So the safety of the nearby Villagers would probably not be a problem, especially paying attention to preventing those playful children from running here.

The solution was found, but it didn't stop me from wanting to take a peek inside. This is Lut Gholein. If Rick was telling the truth, and there were mummies appearing inside, then by that reasoning, the monster strength level inside shouldn't be very high. I've been constantly dealing with the Fallen these past few days; it's time to settle down and gain some experience.

"Is it really okay? Actually, you can gain experience in the Stony Field as well." Little Ghost looked at me with suspicious eyes. Terrains with related words like crypts, jails, tombs, etc., were undoubtedly forbidden places for someone as hopelessly lost as me.

"Of course it's okay." I said confidently, "Because this time I can use a Town Portal Scroll anytime."

"Looking at your confident appearance, I was really an Idiot to think you could say something more promising. You are a hopeless road idiot." Little Ghost was completely speechless towards me.

"Don't underestimate me! I can occasionally find the dawn of the path guided by the Goddess of Fate!" I said angrily, pointing forward loudly, "Today I'll let you see it. It's decided, we'll go this way!" My current state was as if a Gambler with terrible luck suddenly felt his touch had come.

"That's a Dead End." Looking at the direction I was pointing, a solid Wall blocked the way about ten meters away. A troubled and weak groan immediately came from the necklace.

"..."

In fact, every Gambler thinks their luck is different from others, unique and special. When they are about to lose, they often feel the sudden arrival of the Goddess of Fate, and then, like all Gamblers, they will go home cleaned out, left with nothing but a barrel to wear... However. This time I didn't just feel the favor of the Goddess of Fate, but had concrete evidence. I snorted disdainfully and walked in the direction I had just pointed. And sure enough, as Little Ghost said, a solid stone Wall blocked the way. Speaking of which, Little Ghost's eyes are really sharp. Even I, a Druid, couldn't detect this Wall from dozens of meters away in such a dim environment.

"Hmph hmph, Xiao Fan. Truth will not change because someone refuses to admit defeat." Little Ghost crossed her arms, looking smug and arrogant.

"Is... is that so?" The veins on my forehead bulged. This Little Ghost is too arrogant and too cute. I must teach her a good lesson tonight and put her in her place!

I fumbled on the damp Wall with my hand, and after a while, under Little Ghost's dumbfounded gaze, a large door rose up without warning in the center of the originally airtight Wall.

"No matter what era, information is the key to winning wars!" I laughed up to the sky like a military fanatic.

Little Ghost still maintained a dumbfounded look, seemingly unable to believe that I, a road idiot, had actually gotten one over on her, who had sharp eyes.

"Don't be smug, Idiot! Look ahead, look ahead!" Waking up from her daze, Little Ghost suddenly screamed loudly.

Uh, ahead?

I came back to my senses and found that after the door opened, there was a spacious enclosed Room inside. Dozens of well-equipped black skeletons were rushing towards me with weapons raised, blood-red light flickered in their bone eye sockets, and behind them were more than ten skeletons flashing with colorful light. They gathered the light in their hands, and their direction was also aimed at me.

"..."

I calmly pressed the spot again. The sound of a huge stone falling echoed, the door that had just risen fell again, and the figures of the skeletons also disappeared from my sight.

"Stony Tomb, what a good Place. Brainless monsters are also good monsters." Under Little Ghost's speechless gaze, I gave the Stony Tomb and the monsters a good person card each.

"This kind of behavior is too underhanded, can it still be considered gaining experience?" Little Ghost's apricot eyes widened as she criticized.

"Not all Stony Tomb doors are like this. Some cannot be closed after opening. Some are even more dangerous; they are a trap. Once you enter, the stone door will automatically close, and you must find the appropriate method to open it. Of course, before finding the method, it's best to deal with the monsters inside first." I said gloomily while summoning Xiao Xue and them. The designers of these Stony Tombs are more cunning than the last. The traps designed to prevent grave robbing have caused countless Adventurers to suffer greatly. Up to now, there is no way to summarize a method to solve these traps. You can only deal with them as they come. If it really doesn't work, just use a Town Portal Scroll to escape. If you can't even use a Town Portal Scroll, then, congratulations, you will become one of the Adventurers who have a five percent chance of dying in Lut Gholein.

After Xiao Xue and them all came out, I lined them up in front of the door. Then I lightly activated the door mechanism again. With a "rumble," the door rose again. Those skeletons were also quite comically frozen; their movements were still at the moment before I closed the door, as if time inside had stopped after the door closed. When the door opened again, time came alive, and they continued their previous posture, their whole bodies rattling as they continued to move forward.

I glanced out of the corner of my eye. Huh, these skeletons are old acquaintances. Remember Radament's Royal Guard? That's right, these are the ultimate skeletons all in black—Horror Bone. And the Sorceress behind them are the lower-ranked sub-ultimate skeleton Sorceress—Burning Dead Mage.

At my command, five Guilang rushed in one after another, and Poison Creeper had already quietly sneaked underground. Only Lǎn Wū Yā. Watching the other pets fight bloody battles, it stood on my shoulder, seemingly bored and yawned. Seeing me turn my head and glare at it, it returned an innocent look.

Under the onslaught of Guilang and Poison Creeper, the poor dozens of skeletons inside turned into a pile of bone fragments within a few minutes, reminding me of a classic idiom—Close the door and beat the dog.

At this time, Little Ghost finally came out of the necklace. Her originally white little hands glowed with a faint white light. At this moment, the light was even stronger. As the white light rose, the holy aura on Little Ghost became stronger, and the white light gradually condensed into a pair of snow-white wings behind her. Her hands clasped in front of her chest slowly unfolded, and the pair of light wings behind her also slowly spread out with her movements. The intense light immediately illuminated the entire Room, making people unable to help but bow down as if a holy Angel had descended. At the same time, Xiao Xue and their bodies were also covered by a layer of white soft light. Under the gentle caress of the white light, even the originally messy fur on their bodies due to the Battle became smooth and clean.

Although I had seen it countless times, I was still captivated by the charm Little Ghost displayed at this moment. As expected of a professional Priest, this level, this aura. If she wasn't my Little Saintess, I would probably feel inferior.

"Enough, Xiao Xue and them are already healed. If you keep healing them, they'll be completely drained." Seeing Little Ghost constantly urging her power, I interrupted her with concern. These days, Little Ghost has been forcing herself so as not to become a burden to me in the future. Whenever she uses magic, she doesn't stop until she's exhausted. You know, just like a Warrior's stamina, magic doesn't just require Mana; it also requires a certain amount of Mental Power. Mental Power cannot be replenished by anything. If a Sorceress consumes too much Mental Power, they will fall into a state of extreme weakness just like a Warrior overdrawing their stamina.

And now, Little Ghost is already level 6. She leveled up from level 4 to level 6 in just two months! Even Adventurers of other classes might not be able to do it, let alone a Priest who levels up slower? It shows how much effort she put in during this period. However, Little Ghost is also a little confused. She seems to feel that she has gained a lot more experience than before. Otherwise, no matter how hard she tried, she has never heard of any Priest having such a leveling speed. She isn't clear about the specific situation; after all, that was thousands of years ago. Who remembers how much experience you got for casting a healing spell back then? We can only attribute it to an illusion. After all, leveling up quickly is a good thing.

After telling Little Ghost to rest well, I started cleaning up the Battlefield, picking up a few Gold Coins and a Light Healing Potion that dropped on the ground. I looked around the Room; it was empty, with only a dozen Urns and two Chests placed in the corners.

Wait, I suddenly realized something. This cave was discovered for the first time, and I was the first to enter it. Doesn't that mean... Yes, it means that the things inside these Urns and Chests have accumulated over unknown years! I seemed to see countless Gold Coins and equipment beckoning to me.

After figuring it out, I walked over, drooling excitedly. Well, let's start with the Urns that look a bit shabby on the outside. I'll leave the Chests for last. I circled the Urns a few times, pretending to ponder seriously about which one to start with.

That's right, it's you.

I aimed at an Urn, squinted my eyes happily, and swung my big foot. This is it! Take this!

"Bang——"

The fragile Urn was kicked into pieces under my overexcited force. A faint blue light burst out from the broken Urn, blooming like a blue rose with it as the center.

A Sorceress's second-tier skill—Frost Nova...

So. Caught squarely by the magic trap, I was frozen into an ice block while maintaining my kicking pose. Even the funny smile on my face, covered by frost, didn't have time to fade.

"Damn designer! I curse your descendants to have no dicks!" After the ice block shattered, I cursed at the sky. But this statement also seems contradictory. If there are no dicks, how can there be descendants? If there are no descendants, there's no one to curse. But if there are descendants, then the curse is a failure. Uh... this is getting too philosophical. Let's ignore it for now...

Afterwards, I learned my lesson. I picked up a large brick and ran far away, until I thought that even a Lightning Trap wouldn't be able to catch me. Only then did I weigh the brick in my hand and smash it hard.

"Bang——"

The Urn shattered, and a full jar of Gold Coins spilled out. OMG, at least a hundred coins! My eyes immediately turned gold. For this kind of windfall, whether it's a lot or a little, it can make people happy.

The third Urn shattered, and more than ten Gold Coins also dropped out, along with a few bottles of Potions. Speaking of which, how many years have these Potions been stored? Have they expired? If I drink them, will they restore health or cause poisoning and diarrhea? It's really worrying. I'd better sell them in the Adventurer Market.

Then the fifth... the sixth... until all the Urns were smashed and no magic traps appeared again. The Gold Coins that spilled out covered the ground, at least a thousand coins, illuminating the entire dim Room brightly. In addition, there were dozens of bottles of Potions, two bundles of Arrows, and a shattered Sapphire. A great harvest indeed!

I triumphantly put the things on the ground into my Inventory, and my eyes turned to those Chests. These Chests cannot be smashed; they must be left for others, mm-hmm.

So, I walked to the first Chest next to it. The Chest was unlocked, and it opened with a gentle pull. A silver-white Chain Mail lay quietly inside.

Damaged Chain Mail

Defense: 60-65

Durability: -45

Required Strength: 48

What a pity, it's not even a white item, but it's still worth a lot of money. I accepted it with satisfaction.

There were a total of six Chests. Besides the Chain Mail in the front, three white items also dropped, and a blue Crystal Sword.

Bronze of Strength Crystal Sword

One-Hand Damage: 5-15

Durability: -

Required Strength: 43

Required Level: 18

Attack Speed: Fast Attack Speed

+18 Attack Rating

+2 Strength

Not bad, I believe many Barbarians or Paladins will like this sword. After looking at this sword, I labeled it clearly—For Sale.

After scavenging the entire Room, I looked around and found that besides the mechanism door I came from, there was also a mechanism door on each of the other three Walls—another crossroad-shaped Room. I scratched my head in frustration. Forget it, just pick one...

Afterwards, because of this careless choice, I wandered around in the Tombs like a headless fly for more than ten days, displaying my road idiot attribute to the fullest. But it was not without gains. As the first guest of the Tombs, just the treasure points like Treasure Chests, Jars, and Urns inside had already given me a considerable harvest. Although nothing particularly good appeared, it was enough to make those Classed Adventurers fight over them.

(end of chapter)