Mabo Mountain looked like a cursed behemoth, lying silently across the earth and exuding a chilling aura. Viewed from above, the rolling hills, stretching for thousands of acres, resembled a desolate otherworldly realm. The undulating terrain seemed like the wrinkles of the earth, recounting the vicissitudes and mysteries of time. The realization that this massive Mabo Mountain was merely the entrance to a mysterious Ancient Tomb filled hearts with endless terror and curiosity.
On the surface of Mabo Mountain, layers upon layers of human skulls presented a scene straight out of hell. The pale bones gleamed with an eerie light in the dimness, as if death's messengers were dancing. Each skull wore a unique expression—some in pain, some in terror, some in despair—as if recounting the endless torment they had once suffered. The mountains of skulls exuded a rotting stench mixed with the pungent odor of earth, enough to make one retch. With every gust of wind, one seemed to hear the friction of the skulls against one another, like the grievances of the dead echoing in the breeze.
The surrounding air felt congealed by this terrifying sight, making breathing difficult. Silence enveloped the area, broken only by the occasional cry of an unknown bird, which only added to the eerie atmosphere. Even the sunlight failed to pierce this terrifying gloom, leaving Mabo Mountain permanently shrouded in dimness. The entrance to the Ancient Tomb lay right beneath this mountain of corpses, rese…
Chapter 124