Looking at the reflection on the lake, West thought for a while and wrapped his whole body with the dragon bead's unharmed cruelty and the domineering aura of the zombie king.
In this way, those people would never recognize him.
He took a deep breath, glanced around the buildings, and secretly searched inside.
He had been to the tomb protecting race before. Although he hadn't entered some places, he knew the general environment here.
When he finally reached the depth, he didn't see the gatekeeper.
It was quiet around and there was the wind blowing occasionally.
West felt something was wrong and stopped.
It shouldn't be like this. This place was not as simple as they had imagined. Why is this?
Did someone know that he came here to steal things and made preparations in advance?
It shouldn't be!
No matter what West did, he would come up with an action plan in advance, so that he could escape successfully even if there were some unforeseen events.