"Who?" Lin Tian let out in a low cry, whirling around to look behind him, but he saw nothing.
All around were densely packed, pitch-black coffins, which under the light, emitted an eerie, faint glow. The stone sarcophagus on the altar was opened, empty inside, devoid of anything.
With Lin Tian's hearing, he actually couldn't discern where the calling voice was coming from—it seemed to be the stone sarcophagus, yet it also seemed to come from the dark coffins surrounding him.
Lin Tian's gaze swept around, trying to spot anything out of the ordinary, but he saw no anomalies, and the calling voice did not reappear. It was as if what had happened was just an illusion.
By now, Ning Luoxi and the other two women had already left the cave, and Lin Tian was standing inside alone, facing the dense coffins and the strange voice. Were it not for his courage and skill, had it been Zhou Botong instead, Lin Tian reckoned he would have been scared out of his wits by now.
