The stairs behind the hidden door shimmered with the cold luster of iron. Pi Yanlin’s golden thread dangled ahead of him, swaying like a boneless snake scouting the path.
When Gu Qinghuan’s blade brushed against the trigger wire of the third trap, Pi Yanlin was squatting on the steps, picking at the moss in the cracks of the stone. "Third brick on the left. Tap it three times."
"How do you know?" Gu Qinghuan tapped the brick with the back of her blade. The stone clicked as it sank into place, and the poison-tipped spikes hanging from the ceiling plummeted with a roar, slamming into the ground at their feet and leaving deep craters.
Chapter 78