Wu Xiaode climbed out from the cave.
The rock wall was wet, slippery, and ice-cold.
A gusty mountain wind blew.
Wu Xiaode heard a dreadful scream.
Not far from him, a fellow dead man who had just emerged from a stone cave lost his footing and tumbled down the cliff, striking a large boulder and flying off the precipice.
He fell into the dark abyss below.
"What will become of that man?" Wu Xiaode asked.
"Below the cliff is a deep pool teeming with Bone-eating Fish, and some terrifying Death Monsters. The only fate for those who fall there is to be devoured," the female deceased replied.
"Thanks for the information, but I don't have a soul stone to be buried with you," Wu Xiaode said.
The female dead immediately showed a disdainful expression:
"Pauper, didn't anyone burn paper money for you when you died?"
Wu Xiaode shrugged his shoulders.
The female dead immediately turned away, gripping protrusions on the cliff face and quickly left.
A stronger blast of cold wind came.
