The raindrops came without any warning.
One moment, the sun was shining bright; the next, dark clouds blanketed the sky.
"Taboo... a colossal taboo… could it be a Night Patrol Deity gone rogue?"
Daoist Bai Shuo's pupils contracted slightly.
In the Great Sun Sword Tomb for five hundred years, he had never witnessed such a change in climate—it had always been a parched and blazing heat.
Rainfall?
Unless one ventured to the [Water Source] area of the Twenty-Eight Sword Tombs, rain was unheard of.
For a moment, Daoist Bai Shuo was lost in thought.
When the water droplets struck the ground, they should logically have been vaporized by the high heat emanating from the cracks between the floor tiles. But the reality was different.
Bang.
A muffled thud echoed, leaving a shallow indentation on the tiles' surface.
The raindrops showed no signs of dissipating. Instead, they flowed like liquid mercury and emitted a nauseating stench of corpses.
Another drop.
