A group of about seven or eight people was walking toward them.
Their expressions were exceptionally grave and cautious. After all, this was the kind of place where one wrong move could cost you your life.
Hearts pounding like drums, they trembled as they approached, one step at a time.
"Stop! Get ready! If you have any props, get them all out now!"
"Brother Sun, I think I hear something."
"It must be a lure to get us to go inside! Everyone, be careful. You have to stay focused, understand?"
"Brother Sun, it sounds like people are talking."
"So what if they're talking? Isn't that the perfect way to lure us in and make us lower our guard?"
"But... I think I heard the sound of a chair being smashed."
"Impossible! You're hearing things!"
However, when the group finally stood before the door and peered inside...
Umm...
'Where's the chair?'
According to their intel, that chair was supposed to be a crucial prop. Why was it gone?
'What's that in the little monk's hands?'
