Four flames swayed from side to side illuminating the reliefs carved into the walls, holding the long shadows of the people to the ground and moving towards the depths of the tomb.

Draenor's scalp tingled with the vivid statues, which were carved into the form of lions and human faces, each with their eyes open, as if observing the group of "guests" who had arrived early.

Draenor had smelled a foul smell from the moment he entered, and he surveyed the ground with the help of the firelight, trying to find the source of the smell, until he saw a cloud of dry feces in a gap in the tiles.

Draenor kicked the sand to cover the filth, followed the captain and walked a few steps forward before stopping at a fork in the road. He suddenly noticed the rectangular hole in the side wall, and the light of the fire was completely blocked by the darkness just as it touched its edge. It looked half a meter wide, like a door that had been cut off by a barricade.

"What is that place...... he asked, taking advantage of the captain's precursor to a long way off.

"Where the dead should be...... Don't talk nonsense, be quiet, that monster could appear at any time. The captain looked back solemnly, carrying the kerosene lamp and continuing to walk forward.

Of course I knew it was where the coffin was kept, but herein was the problem...... Draenor stared at the hole and froze in place, his left hand gripping the hilt of his sword to raise his vigilance. For he saw a pair of glowing green eyes in the center of the hole, and they were full of curiosity and blinked twice quickly at Draenor.

Then, a furry claw stretched out of the darkness and stopped in the area shrouded in firelight and lifted it up again.

"It's a cat, don't be surprised, animals like such quiet places." Jett patted Draenor on the back and smiled.

After making eye contact with Draenor for a moment, the black cat closed its eyes and raised its paws to its mouth and licked it with its pink tongue. Then, its ears quickly twitched twice, and it turned and disappeared into the darkness

Draenor subconsciously turned around and faced the fork in the road on the left, believing that the cat and himself had heard movement from the darkness at the same time.

He hung the kerosene lamp around his waist and held it in front of him with both hands on the hilt of his sword. The firelight fell on the blade of the sword and turned silver, and in the darkness pointed by the silver edge, two golden points of light appeared, and they were exactly a thumb apart, up and down, and people could feel that something was approaching this way.

"Jett, call Dino and let them come ......" Draenor said to Jett almost in ventriloquism, his pores shrunk and his arms trembling with the undulating rhythm of the light.

"I can assure you that this isn't a cat ......"

Faced with the approaching point of light, Draenor habitually reached behind his back and groped around, there was nothing there, and his most trusty firebolt had long since turned into scrap metal.

"Damn, can't you hear me? Dino! Here's the situation! Draenor desperately opened the pager as he turned his head and shouted at the firelight that was about to disappear into the distance.

But the sound seemed to be firmly trapped by some invisible wall, and the distant firelight was completely engulfed by darkness, and then, a dark shadow obscured his vision, dragging a thin figure and quickly pulling it back.

"What......"

The arm snatched the short sword before he could realize it, but it was tightly pinched by a powerful giant palm.

Turning around, Draenor saw a broken face facing him. It was the face of a human, and under the neck was the body of a beast, like a ......

"Snow Leopard ......"

When he reacted, he found that the monster was holding Jett tightly with its human arms, letting out a hoarse moan in its throat, and its legs slammed into the ground and leaped into the shadows

"Jett!!"

He raised his dagger and chased after him, the light of the kerosene lamp swaying from side to side on the wall, but he could only see the coffins embedded in the wall.

"Hell! What's going on! Draenor twisted the knob of the pager back and forth, but there was only deathly silence except for the shrill beep.

As in the sanatorium, it was some kind of crystal that prevented the paging box from vibrating......

He took a step back in the face of the endless darkness, reason telling himself that he must immediately turn and run to the captain and lead him after the beast.

It's too late, it's definitely too late...... He slammed his fist into the wall in anger, and the echo of the shock echoed through the hallway

Damn the investigation, the damn beast!

As he slammed the last of his anger against the wall, his heartbeat gradually returned to its normal rhythm. He calmed down, held the kerosene lamp in front of him, and continued to walk deeper into the tomb.

"I won't let you get into trouble." Draenor muttered under his breath, eyes piercing the darkness to track the beast's trails.

There was no smell of fresh blood, and Jett was not injured...... He calmly made his judgment, carefully recalling what had happened in that moment.

He recalled the terrifying form, and his instinct told him that this was not the first time he had seen the monster. It was sewn into the body of a beast, but the upper body still had human features, which should be ......

It's the creation of the plague doctor!

But that fire should have wiped out any life that existed in the sanatorium, didn't that monster stay with the plague doctor in the first place?

It turns out that the monsters created by the plague doctors have not been completely eradicated. And now, the monster took Jett without harming her, and didn't even intend to make any offensive moves, why is that......

Draenor rubbed his eyes and took a step forward. In any case, even if you are alone, you have to find the beast's hiding place and rescue Jett, it definitely has a fixed nest, and it is deeper......

Crossing the fork in the road, Draenor felt like he had walked a few hundred meters before finally stopping at a crevice.

The kerosene lamp was turned up to its maximum power, and he stretched his arm into the gap to try his luck.

It may have been caused by an earthquake or other factors causing the walls to break, and it was much narrower than the hallway, like a wound on the surface of a giant organism, the sides of the crack were covered with rough, sharp rubble and twisted scratches, but just big enough for an adult man to walk sideways.

In the dim light, he could faintly see some kind of dark red liquid, which mixed with the sand and rubbed on the ground to the other end of the rift.

It was dried blood, but it wouldn't be Jet's blood, definitely not...... He tried his best to restrain the thoughts that were racing in his mind, leaning sideways against the wall to avoid the sharp rubble, and slowly approaching the smell of rotten blood.

Passing through the gap, before he could lift the kerosene lamp, Draenor was convinced that there was something in front of him, a vague sensation that someone was lying there less than ten paces away from him.

And when he lifted the kerosene lamp again, the light of the fire was a corpse with its arms torn off.

Draenor tried desperately to ignore the presence of the bloodstains, concentrating on any identifying features.

It was a man, missing a foot in addition to his torn arms......

…… It's the missing man!