Wen Jiaren's mind was filled with confusion as she shone her flashlight on the people nearby, counting a total of nineteen individuals.
Wait, when did an extra person join their group?
She recalculated, and this time got it right—eighteen exactly.
She breathed a sigh of relief, but what exactly was standing in the darkness?
At that moment, the voice spoke again, "Stop looking, let's hurry and move on. It's really scary!"
Wen Jiaren ignored the advice, pushed the flashlight to its brightest setting, and shone it towards the figure, shouting loudly, "Who's there?"
The bright, blinding light illuminated the object clearly.
Hearing her voice, everyone simultaneously turned back, and in the beam of light stood a sign as tall as a person, draped in funeral white cloth, which had turned gray from age and was tattered.
At a glance, it looked quite frightening.
An excited voice then said, "That's an ancient tomb."
