"Can you read the words on it?"
"Yes."
Li Cunxu added silently in his heart, having seen it often in his previous life.
Xiaoruan asked, "What are they?"
"Grave robbers shall die."
Grave robbers really would die, for there was a curse on the tomb door.
Li Cunxu ignored the curse and pushed the heavy tomb door.
A curse?
Humph!
The thing I fear least is a curse.
The withering curse on the tomb door traveled up Li Cunxu's hand and entered his body.
And then?
Nothing else happened.
The withering curse was too feeble, not even comparable to the Red Dragon Curse. As soon as it entered, it was torn apart by the Blood Infant Spirit and then devoured by the two curse spirits.
The Golden Dragon Curse watched eagerly, not daring to step forward to snatch anything.
"The curse is quite weak. Presumably, the specifications of this tomb shouldn't be too high."
It's not a large tomb, just a small one.
Li Cunxu was very sure.
