The door bore inscriptions from the Naraku Civilization, indicating the room's name. Fang Zhou, who had mastered a great deal of the Naraku Civilization's knowledge, recognized the script. It read "Servant Sleeping Area."
After so many years, one could only imagine what had become of the servants inside. It was pitch-black within, yet a flapping sound could be heard. Clearly, something had been awakened and was now moving toward the outside. Judging by the sound of footsteps, there seemed to be quite a few of them.
Fang Zhou suddenly had a very familiar sensation—the instinctual talent of an Undead Mage.
He could almost smell the stench of the undead.
It was the Holy Light's natural warning against death and evil.
