The fluid should have dripped onto the ground when this group of demons attacked humans, but it had now stained Zhou Yan's ankle. He touched it with his right hand and found the fluid was difficult to remove.
Zhou Yan simply took off his shoes and submerged his legs in the water to wash off the fluid. Finally, Zhou Yan managed to clean the green stain from his ankle. Although this would leave scars on his ankle, Zhou Yan would rather endure this pain than face the danger to his life.
Zhou Yan put on his shoes and continued walking forward. He saw a large door ahead, but there was no keyhole on it. Zhou Yan had no choice but to pound on the door with his fist, but it yielded no response.
Zhou Yan frowned, wondering if the door was made of iron. His fist was so powerful, yet he couldn't break this iron door.
However, since he couldn't break it, he decided to just kick it open. Zhou Yan directly lifted his right leg and kicked towards the door.
The moment Zhou Yan's right foot touched the door, he heard a loud "bang," and the entire building trembled.
Many broken stones fell from the ceiling of the tomb. Zhou Yan was startled and then saw that his right foot had kicked a football-sized dent into the iron door.
Looking at the dented pit, Zhou Yan exclaimed, "Damn, this is amazing. This is the first time I've encountered something like this."
"Rumble..." As soon as Zhou Yan finished speaking, the iron door at his feet slowly moved aside.
"Holy crap, it actually opened. This is incredible," Zhou Yan exclaimed excitedly and ran inside.
Upon entering, Zhou Yan saw a long corridor filled with various coffins. However, all these coffins were empty, containing nothing. To the side of the corridor were countless murals.
"Holy hell, are these murals all real? I dare not mess with them," Zhou Yan said hesitantly, looking at the murals.
Just then, a faint sound of footsteps echoed from the corridor. Zhou Yan quickly turned his head to look.
With a "click," the lights in the corridor illuminated, and a man in a red robe appeared before Zhou Yan.
"Who are you?" Zhou Yan asked the man in the red robe, simultaneously gripping his Scarlet Flame Sword. This person exuded a deep and terrifying aura.
"Oh? You managed to wake up from the illusion? Not bad," the man in the red robe said with a smile.
"Illusion? I was in an illusion?" Zhou Yan was stunned by the man's words. He hadn't expected to be in an illusion, no wonder he couldn't wake up.
Seeing Zhou Yan's expression, the man in the red robe knew that Zhou Yan had misunderstood him and explained with a smile:
"You are not in an illusion. Rather, this tomb inherently possesses illusions. This tomb was set up by an ancient sorcerer, so everything inside this tomb is real. The only difference is that outside, your consciousness is still clear, so you can perceive these things."
"Then, who are you? What kind of tomb is this? Why does it look like this?" Zhou Yan asked curiously.
After hearing Zhou Yan's question, the man in the red robe stood before him. Zhou Yan felt a sense of oppression, as if a ferocious beast were standing before him. The man in the red robe looked at Zhou Yan and said:
"My name is Lord of Flames, a powerful necromancer. And this tomb is my tomb."
"Necromancer?" Zhou Yan looked at Lord of Flames in surprise. This Lord of Flames gave off a sinister feeling, especially his red robe, which made him appear extremely eerie.
"I was once the Flame Lord, but I perished in a battle with the Dark Lord. Thus, I became a necromancer, and my soul has departed my body. I am now attached to this tomb, awaiting resurrection. After resurrection, I will reclaim my original body and restore my former glory."
"Dark Lord? What is that? How did you die?" Zhou Yan asked with curiosity.
"I died in a disaster during the descent of a dark evil god. We were evenly matched, so in the final battle, we each poured all our strength into it. Ultimately, I died in that great explosion. However, I never expected my remains to be buried in this tomb. If I had known earlier, I would have found a way to escape. Alas, I was too late."
Lord of Flames shook his head, saying regretfully.
"Since you already know that everything here is fake, why are you still staying here?"
Zhou Yan asked Lord of Flames curiously. Logically, if Lord of Flames knew that everything was fake, he should immediately rush out to seek revenge on his enemies.
"I wish I could, but I cannot leave now. I must absorb the Light of Souls to obtain a new body, so I need someone with abundant Light of Souls to help me." Lord of Flames said.
"Then, aren't I walking into a tiger's den?" Zhou Yan asked dejectedly.
"Haha, you are quite smart. Don't worry, I won't kill you. At least, I won't harm you until your Light of Souls is depleted," Lord of Flames said to Zhou Yan with a smile.
Zhou Yan carefully observed Lord of Flames' face and said, "There are many coffins here. Are these from dead people?"
Lord of Flames nodded and said, "Indeed, these are all from dead people. Their Light of Souls has dissipated, and they have permanently lost their lives."
Hearing this, Zhou Yan felt a chill down his spine. Why did these dead people die? Was it because of the curse here?
Zhou Yan looked at Lord of Flames in front of him and said, "These people all died because of the curse, and you said you killed them all. Why?"
"Because they were all greedy humans who attempted to conquer this world, so I killed them all," Lord of Flames said calmly.
"Greed, that word seems a bit far-fetched here," Zhou Yan said.
"Of course not. I'm just telling you that the people I killed were all bad people," Lord of Flames said with a smile. "Now, you can tell me clues about that person."
"The clue about that person is simple. You just need to go with me to find that person and bring me to him," Zhou Yan said, looking at Lord of Flames. Da Feng Novel Network
"Okay." Upon hearing Zhou Yan's words, Lord of Flames turned and walked into the long corridor. Zhou Yan followed closely behind.