Yang Cheng frowned and cursed Gong Jian inwardly, thinking he was truly afraid of death.
He went around the corner of the wall, climbed over, and entered quietly, stealthily crossing the garden to the front of the small building in the backyard.
The building was still pitch dark, but the evil energy was even thicker than last time.
Yang Cheng took a deep breath, concealed his presence, pushed open the door on the first floor, and strode inside.
The hall was empty and had nothing inside.
He found the entrance to the secret chamber and descended the stairs.
The further down he went, the stronger the evil energy became, with the air permeated by a pungent smell of blood. When he reached the third underground level, a heavy iron door stood before him.
