Chapter 354: Chapter 8: Haunted House

The rotting giant hand, carrying the stale and corrupt scent of decay, broke through the ground from beneath. Although the scene was somewhat disgusting and terrifying, Xiao Buli actually breathed a sigh of relief. The empty feeling of not knowing what he was facing was truly uncomfortable. Now, at least, he had something that could breathe—well, strictly speaking, this thing couldn't actually breathe.