"Tick, tick..." With the sound of water dripping from the ancient road, I silently counted the steps at my feet.

"forty five, forty six Fifty... " Finally, at fifty, Qin Mu and Ji Guoluo have been standing on a relatively small platform. Behind them is a deep cave. The cold wind from the cave shakes the torch in their hands, which makes people's back feel cold.

"you, wait, wait for me..." I saw Qingxuan move down the stone step by step carefully, and he didn't forget to tell us to wait for him.

"will not leave you..." I shrugged my shoulders, but I couldn't help looking down. I'm good. I...