'Life is a strange thing. Some people are just determined to get themselves killed, and there's nothing you can do to stop them.'
When Qiao An saw the hunchbacked old man squeeze out of the narrow passage holding a torch, followed by two scarred men with unsteady legs, the grin on her face was practically impossible to hold back.
The truth was, Qiao An didn't want to open the chests. It wasn't just because of her bad luck; she had smelled something strange ever since they'd entered.
She had been deliberately stalling and messing around with Sheng Bai to buy some time, hoping the three men behind them would catch up. As luck would have it, they had arrived!
"Well, well, little lady. You gave us quite a chase. But now, the treasure is ours..."
Thanks to scurvy, the three men's teeth were loose and falling out. When they laughed, they whistled, and their wheezing cackles sounded exceptionally bizarre.
