The footsteps running in the tomb passage were chaotic and hurried.
The flickering flames struggled to come from the corner, and the staggering figure of the young Taoist priest appeared. Behind him, two bald heads, one big and one small, appeared. The big monk hurriedly urged: "Master Xuanxu, hurry up, the ants are catching up!"
"We're here! We're almost there!"
Xuanxu was running out of breath and sweating profusely, but his eyes were bright. He held onto the wall and climbed up quickly using all four limbs.
"Come on, come on...give me your hand!"
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