Wen Qingye walked along the passageway.
WHOOSH!
A small, black shadow suddenly shot out from a hole on the side, a cold glint flashing as it lunged for Wen Qingye's face.
Wen Qingye's senses were extremely sharp. With a single thrust, his sword pierced the black shadow's head.
SQUELCH!
The black shadow fell to the ground, let out a shriek, and fled for its life.
'This tomb is full of strange things, and some are downright bizarre.' Wen Qingye had already gotten a clear look at the black shadow's appearance. It was a monster shaped like a monkey, with a shriveled, hairless body. The sword strike just now had only carved a deep gash on its face, failing to kill it outright.
The creature bore some resemblance to the Demon Beasts raised by the Witch Race, but Wen Qingye couldn't be certain.
