Han Yu and the Artifact Spirit simultaneously had a peculiar expression.
This kind of metaphysical question is really hard to tell, like with Han Yu's luck, it's like unveiling the bride's face—before lifting it, no one knows who's behind it.
No, it's even more absurd than revealing the bride's face. If the luck were a bit worse, could it be that after uncovering, it's a bashful face... pfft! A fierce looking peddler?
"How about just lifting it a little, if the bride... if what's inside is odd, then run?"
Han Yu spat internally, almost led astray by the Artifact Spirit.
Now that they were here, they couldn't just run off at first glance!
If there's no danger, Han Yu also thought of taking a break, who knows if there will be another place to rest further ahead.
Having made up his mind, Han Yu quietly pried open a part, forcefully tearing an opening to sneak in.
