Reborn Hot Wife

“What’s that smell?” Yang Feng instinctively pinched his nose, wary as he scanned the surroundings with his flashlight. Everywhere the light fell, there were traces of what looked like worm trails, densely covering the ground and sending shivers down one’s spine.

But Mary Kinson’s fox-like eyes were bright and shining as if she had picked up some treasure. She walked quickly, saying, “The wind flows from this direction, indicating that there should be an exit and a water source ahead. Let’s go and take a look.”

This kind of environment is the most suitable for the growth of ancient and rare herbs. If there are one or two herbs, her trip won’t be in vain.

“Okay.” Yang Feng followed cautiously.

The two walked out along the wind flow and soon saw a light not far away. As they got closer, they saw a small spring surrounded by unknown small grass.

Mary Kinson’s eyes brightened at the sight as if she had seen a treasure trove. “There’s Deep Pool here!”

With that, she took out a small bag from her pocket and reached out to collect the sticky grass.

Yang Feng asked in confusion, “What is this?”

“These are precious herbs that have a great effect on people who have been suffering from insomnia for years. You can’t buy this kind of herb, nor can you grow it. I didn’t expect to find it here,” Mary Kinson explained.Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

Although Yang Feng strongly demanded to go down with Mary Kinson, he was still pulled away by Zhang Ying to explore other rooms. Mary Kinson assured them that everything would be fine, and they finally came to an end.

Yan Jia was getting ready to go, smiling helplessly at Mary Kinson. “Is Yang Feng your boyfriend? He seems to care about you a lot.”

“It’s just a fellow student’s concern,” Mary Kinson said lightly, checking her equipment and confirming that everything was in order before saying, “Okay, let’s go early and come back early. It’s not safe to stay inside too late.”

“Okay.”

As they were about to go down into the tomb, a female voice came from behind them. “Wait, I’ll go with you.”

Hearing this, Mary Kinson frowned, unable to conceal her disgust, while Yan Jia turned to look at the newcomer. She was well-dressed, with her hair tied up under her hat, and her mask and arm sleeves were well-prepared, revealing only a pair of smiling eyes.

“You don’t have to come. No one has ever been in the area below, and it’s very dangerous. Mary and I will go,” Mary Kinson said.

Rose Kinson shook her head, showing a dutiful attitude. “I’m here to assist you as your assistant, so of course I will help you. Besides, if you and Mary can go down, then I can definitely go down too, and I will take good care of myself.”

With that, Yan Jia didn’t say anything more, nodded, and led the two of them down into the tomb.

Mary Kinson led the way, walking along the path from yesterday to the lower level. As soon as they descended, they could clearly feel the dampness and humidity, and the cold wind blew like the passing of ghosts.

Rose Kinson’s face changed slightly, but she still followed along.

Yan Jia carefully examined the grooves on the wall with a flashlight, not just the traces left by animal movements.

Finally, Yan Jia figured it out and exclaimed in surprise, “I understand now. There are three forks up ahead, one fork leads to the exit of the tomb, one fork is extremely dangerous, and the remaining fork leads to the room where the treasure is.”

He took out three sticks from the pocket on his back, his gaze hovering on the faces of Mary Kinson and Rose Kinson. “Nobody knows which fork is which, so the three of us will draw lots to choose our way. If you feel that something is wrong, stop immediately and go back. Wait until we bring more people down together. Solo action is too dangerous. So remember, we’re just here to explore the path, don’t force it.”

“Okay.” Rose Kinson nodded and reached out to draw a stick, then held it up in her hand. “I’ll take the left path.”

Mary Kinson casually drew a stick and got the right-hand path.

Yan Jia, who was left with the middle path, pushed the safety helmet on his head and smiled, “Looks like I’ll be taking the middle one.”

“Well, time is of the essence. Let’s split up and go.” Rose Kinson cooperated well, seeming fearless.

The three of them entered the three paths respectively. Each path was pitch black, emitting an indescribable odor as if it contained the stench of many animal corpses and plant decay, but the heavy dampness masked most of the unpleasantness.

Mary Kinson walked cautiously in the passage, testing the floor with her stick with every step, and probing the wall twice. She was very careful.

Until she reached the middle, she had to stop. The darkness ahead was thick, and the light did not reveal anything, as if a gas instantly absorbed the light.

Mary Kinson retreated two steps cautiously and took out a gas mask from her backpack, just about to put it on.

Suddenly, a rush of air flowed rapidly behind her.

Something is coming!

Mary Kinson immediately held her breath and took out her flashlight to scan the area. She vaguely saw a figure but before she could identify what it was, someone snatched her gas mask away. The flashlight revealed the person in front of her was Rose Kinson!

Before Mary Kinson could react, Rose Kinson pushed her into the darkness. The light from her flashlight disappeared quickly, like a shooting star in the cold and silent passage.

Mary Kinson tried to run, but the darkness was a toxic mist with an indescribable smell. She ran with her instincts, unable to distinguish north, south, east, or west. After running for only a few steps, she hit her head on a wall, causing her to gasp in pain.

The gas was poisonous, and within seconds, she felt discomfort in her lungs. She struggled to move forward, but the mist made it difficult to breathe.

“Oh no, I need to get out of here,” Mary Kinson thought to herself. Rose Kinson’s triumphant voice echoed through the passage. “You thought you were tough. Let’s see if you can handle nature.”

Her normally gentle voice sounded eerie in the environment, accompanied by the echoes of the passage, resembling the sound effects of a horror movie.

Mary Kinson was about to speak when a strong and sweet odor rose up in her throat, causing her to grimace. She leaned against the wall and tried to walk by feeling her way out, but she remained trapped in the black mist.

Her discomfort increased, and she began to fear that if she didn’t leave soon, she might pass out in the mist and lose her life.

As she teetered on the brink of danger, she suddenly heard jumbled footsteps behind her. She thought it was Rose Kinson entering and prepared herself to give her a final blow.

But in the absence of light, she couldn’t see anything clearly.

She simply sensed someone approaching and threw a punch in that direction, causing them to cry out with an “ouch!” But she couldn’t tell who it was.

It wasn’t Rose Kinson’s voice.

“Who’s there?” Mary Kinson fumbled in the darkness.