Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You

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.

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

commotion even caused the entire underground palace to shake several

insane bastards were planning to steal every last

and cursed under her breath, "What a bunch of scumbags-they're destroying such a beautiful royal 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 been

realizing how naive and

end of the

disturb my sleep beyond death! Then

voice carried an overwhelming

froze, goosebumps rising

"Mr. Lloyd, did you hear that? The puppet on the

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

twisting and see the puppet's eyes move, locking onto Stanley and

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

men screamed, dropped his weapon, and collapsed to his knees,

dread swept through the chamber like a wave

and stammered, "Mr. O'Higgins, w-what the hell is