C38 The fiction of terror is the tip of the iceberg

Lu Xiang pulled out a two finger-sized cylinder from the roots of the tree. It looked like an ordinary little bamboo joint. Upon closer inspection, it was possible to see that the cylinder was carved with strange black characters. Each character was only the size of an ant.

Lu Xiang lightly pushed, and the entire wall started spinning. It let out a strange "hua hua hua" sound