The entire tomb was filled with gusts of cold wind. Qin Yu was certain that this cold wind was coming for Xiao Yu!
Qin Yu didn't dare to think too much. He held Xiao Yu's hand and quickly walked towards the depression.
Xiao Yu's hand was extremely cold. It was as if he was holding onto a piece of ice.
After walking for a long time, Qin Yu and Xiao Yu finally arrived at the depression.
Qin Yu flicked her finger and lit up the spiritual fire to illuminate the depression.
Under the dim light, Xiao Yu looked a little strange.
Her face was extremely pale, and her pupils were a little glazed.
"Xiao Yu?" Qin Yu called out tentatively.
Xiao Yu seemed to have come back to her senses. She glanced at Qin Yu and frowned. "Where is this? Why do I have a strange feeling..."
"A strange feeling? What exactly is it?" Qin Yu asked hurriedly.
Xiao Yu remained silent. She ignored Qin Yu and walked forward.