Instead, he was an old man sitting in a wheelchair, drowsy and nearly bald,

looking like he could kick the bucket at any moment.

"Once the doors are broken... then the geomancy layout inside will be disrupted! At that time, we can... plunder freely!"

After saying just two sentences, he was gasping for breath.

Andrew and Chantelle, hiding behind an artificial rock formation, looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Why does Stanley suddenly look like a frail old corpse?" Chantelle whispered, stunned. "He looks like he's over a hundred years old."

Andrew frowned. "This old man is far from simple-even Mosby and Rafael listen to him. And he seems incredibly familiar with this Fallen Crimson Dynasty underground palace! The reason Rafael and his crew were able to get in here, as well as the identity of who's buried in this palace, all came from him."

Andrew had his suspicions about why Stanley now appeared so frail and aged. He had likely previously used advanced disguise techniques to conceal his true elderly appearance.

When Andrew first met Stanley at the Wrights', he sensed that the man's eyes were very weathered. However, he had not thought much about it at the time.

violent explosion rang out. The two bronze doors of the palace, towering over ten meters high, finally could not hold and crashed to the ground with a thunderous

entire

bastards were planning to steal

tomb, an ancient emperor's underground realm! Don't they fear the wrath of the one sitting on that throne?" Andrew glanced at her. "Ms. Garcia, that throne holds a wooden puppet. It's

flushed, realizing how naive and superstitious

voice echoed from the far end of the tomb.

place, and disturb my sleep beyond death! Then

carried an overwhelming pressure-majestic and

froze, goosebumps rising all

you hear that? The puppet

eyes were wide in disbelief. He stared at the throne, heart

of wooden joints twisting and see the puppet's eyes move, locking onto

tomb fell silent. Kevin, Mosby, and the rest of them looked like they

weapon, and collapsed to his knees, covering his

swept through the chamber like a

O'Higgins, w-what the hell is

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