After traveling through the book, I conquered the male protagonist Long Aotian!

Murong Jin coughed lightly, bringing his scattered thoughts back to reality and focusing his eyes on Gu Qingze in front of him.

At this time, Gu Qingze was slowly dragging the corpse out of the coffin, his movements gentle and slow.

Gu Qingze was slowly carrying the fragile corpse out of the old coffin in an almost pious manner; every movement revealed his respect and compassion for the deceased.

Although he had a quicker way to accomplish the task, he chose the most delicate and cautious method out of consideration for the fragility of the corpse.

Murong Jin originally wanted to urge him, but when he saw Gu Qingze's focused and serious expression, he quietly swallowed back the words that were about to come out of his mouth.

It doesn’t matter, there’s still plenty of time...it’s okay to wait for him for a while.

He felt it was a little unbelievable that he had such soft-hearted thoughts in his heart.

Because he is not a soft-hearted person, and he claims that he has no patience for anyone other than his sister.

But... facing Gu Qingze, the person valued by "that adult", he actually felt an indescribable affinity. This feeling was both wonderful and strange.

After Gu Qingze moved the body out, he carefully placed it on the ground, then looked up at Murong Jin, asking with his eyes about the next course of action.

Murong Jin stepped forward, stared at the empty coffin, and took out a bag of mysterious powder from the storage bag he carried with him.

He gently picked up a handful and scattered it inside the coffin.

In an instant, the bottom of the empty coffin seemed to be opened by an invisible hand, revealing a deep and unfathomable passage that seemed to lead directly to the depths of the earth. A cold air escaped from the passage, causing the surrounding temperature to drop sharply.

Gu Qingze saw this and was surprised. He asked puzzledly, "What on earth is this powder? How can it have such a magical effect?"

Murong Jin smiled faintly upon hearing this, and replied casually: "You only need to know that this packet of powder is the key to opening this mechanism."

After he finished speaking, he said no more. Gu Qingze was tactful and did not ask any further questions. He just nodded silently to show his understanding.

"Let's go down." Murong Jin said, and stepped into the passage first.

Gu Qingze followed closely behind, and the two of them walked slowly along the passage, one in front and one behind.

On both sides of the passage, complex patterns are carved on the stone walls, some of which look like ancient runes, while others look like some kind of mysterious creatures.

Under the dim light, the patterns seemed to come alive, flashing an eerie glow.

As they went deeper, the passage gradually became wider, and a faint light appeared in front of them. They quickened their pace and finally walked out of the passage and came to a huge underground palace.

"This is..." Gu Qingze looked at the huge underground palace. The entire exterior of the palace was made of hard black stone, which looked ancient and solemn.

The huge stone door is carved with intricate totems. The door hinges have long been rusted, but it is still tightly closed, revealing an inviolable atmosphere.

On both sides of the stone gate stood two huge stone statues, holding spears and with majestic faces, as if they were the guardians of the palace. There seemed to be a gleam in the eyes of the stone statues, staring at everyone who stepped into this area.

Murong Jin only briefly explained this and said no more: "This is the abandoned palace left by the previous Demon King."

He walked forward and pushed the door gently, but the stone door did not move.

He frowned and took out a peculiarly shaped key from his storage bag. The key was engraved with tiny runes and emitted a faint light.

Murong Jin inserted the key into the keyhole on the stone door.

As the key turned, the stone door made a low roar and slowly opened to both sides.

A chill blew towards you, mixed with an eerie atmosphere that made you feel awed.

"Let's go." Murong Jin didn't know what he was thinking about. He suddenly became serious and walked straight inside.

Gu Qingze followed him silently and was not afraid of this palace full of unknowns.

In his eyes, this palace was just like the haunted house he had played in before, there was no difference. If there was any difference...it might be that it was a little bigger in scale.

After Gu Qingze followed Murong Jin in, he looked around along the way. There was a thin layer of fog in the palace, and his vision was a little blurry.

But Murong Jin didn't seem to be disturbed by anything and didn't stop at all.

The two walked along a wide corridor. The ground under their feet was paved with stone slabs, which were a little dilapidated due to their age.

Gu Qingze looked around curiously. On the wall hung ancient portraits. The characters in the paintings were lifelike, but their faces revealed a hint of weirdness.

This portrait seems to have life, which is a bit strange... Could there be a real person in it?

He thought divergently and followed even closer, almost only one step behind Murong Jin.

Suddenly, Murong Jin stopped, and Gu Qingze bumped into his back without noticing.

"Hmm..." Gu Qingze rubbed his nose and raised his head in dissatisfaction, only to find that Murong Jin was staring at the front with a serious expression.

I saw a vague figure appearing in the fog ahead.

As the two people got closer, the figures gradually became clearer.

He was an old man in a black robe, his face was covered with wrinkles and his eyes were empty and lifeless.

He just stood there quietly, as if isolated from the whole world.

Murong Jin took a step forward, bowed slightly and said, "Senior, I am here to take the magic sword."

The old man slowly turned his head, glanced at Murong Jin, then pointed to a door next to him.

The door is hidden in the darkness and is difficult to find without careful observation.

After thanking the old man, Murong Jin took Gu Qingze towards the door.

Behind the door was a secret room with a black sword placed in the center, the blade flashing with cold light.

"Is this the magic sword..."

Gu Qingze muttered to himself. Murong Jin stretched out his hand and grasped the hilt of the sword. In an instant, the magic sword burst into a dazzling light, illuminating the entire secret room.

After he obtained the magic sword, he did not look very excited, but rather a little dazed.

He looked at the magic sword carefully, then raised it and muttered something that Gu Qingze could not understand.

Then, the magic sword suddenly broke free from Murong Jin's hand and flew into the air. It began to tremble violently, making a low humming sound.

Murong Jin had obviously anticipated this. He quickly took out a talisman, chanted a spell, and threw it towards the magic sword.

The talisman turned into a golden light, wrapped around the magic sword, and temporarily stopped its restlessness.

Then... Murong Jin's eyes narrowed, he bit his fingertips, and squeezed out a drop of blood that dripped onto the magic sword.

The blood was quickly absorbed by the magic sword, and the magic sword suddenly became quiet.

Murong Jin breathed a sigh of relief and reached out to hold the hilt of the sword again. This time, the magic sword did not resist, but was held in his hand obediently.

Murong Jin waved the magic sword to test the feel, and when he felt it was quite smooth, he put the magic sword into the scabbard.

He said calmly, "Let's keep moving forward."

Gu Qingze looked around and saw solid walls all around him, with no other passages to be found.

The room seemed sealed, with no other exit except the door they came in through.

He was a little confused, so he turned his gaze to Murong Jin and asked puzzledly: "Where to go? It seems there is no other way here."

There was a hint of confusion in his tone, and he was obviously surprised by Murong Jin's words.

Murong Jin slowly closed his eyes, as if communicating with some invisible force.

He was mumbling something, chanting sentences that Gu Qingze couldn't understand at all. The voice was low and rhythmic, probably the unique language of the demon clan.

In less than a moment, he opened his eyes, pointed his finger to the northwest, and said firmly, "Let's go this way."

Gu Qingze was filled with doubts and confusion when he heard this. He looked in the direction Murong Jin pointed, and saw a seemingly indestructible stone wall, no different from the other walls around it.

“But here…”

He couldn't believe his eyes, rubbed his eye sockets, looked again, and after confirming that he was not mistaken, he asked in disbelief:

"But this is... a wall? How can we get through? Are you... going to keep hitting the wall?"