Kapitel 667: Raining Undead

Translated by XephiZ

Edited by Aelryinth

The bridge was shrouded in darkness. The group felt more nervous as they proceeded forward.

The worst thing was, Mo Fan and his crew had no idea if they had chosen the Bridge of Life or the Bridge of Death. It felt like there was no end to the bridge.

Mo Fan had enough of how the Qin Emperor had designed his tomb. Why did the dead man make everything feel like an endless loop? They had spent quite some time on the bridge, yet not a single sound was to be heard. If it was the Bridge of Death, hurry up and send the demons and monsters over. What's the point of making the bridge so long?

Mo Fan cursed continuously in his heart. The funny thing was, something silver did appear ahead, as if the Ancient King was able to hear Mo Fan's grumbling.

Mo Fan gradually approached and they could make out a silver mirror!