The dark passageway began to tremble, and this seventeen-year-old boy lifted his head. In his blood-red eyes, a faint and fierce glow emerged, and the horrifying visage of the Candle Dragon flickered on his face like a mask, menacing and terrifying.
The Ghost Car Ancestor fell silent, lightly spoke a single word
"Yes."
Just this single word, yet it was as oppressive as thunder.
It blasted Gu Jianlin's mind into a blank void.
The Ghost Car Ancestor lifted its eerie eyes, its calm voice turning sinister, like the wailing of millions of souls.
"Do you have any other questions?"
Within this silent tomb, the wind began to howl, and suddenly the wind's sound became violent.
Just like the murderous intent in its eyes.
"——If not, hand over the Colorless Jade."
It paused: "Before your impending death."
At that moment, Gu Jianlin's mind was silent, as the last glimmer of hope had shattered.
