“That’s right. While we’re inside, we share the snail toad’s field of vision through these doors. Whatever it sees, we can see too.” Dong Rui patted the window. “These windows let us observe the three directions behind us, so there are no blind spots on any side.”

He Lingchuan kept saying how interesting it was. He had spent more than two months hunting the snail toad, yet this was his first time entering “Snail Dwelling.” So this is how magical artifacts made by the ancient immortals are used?

“Wait, that’s not right. Didn’t the snail toad swallow an entire granary full of self-heal herbs in Zhitian Township?” He Lingchuan looked left and right. “This room’s too small. It doesn’t look like it can hold that much.”

“You’re seriously underestimating the methods of ancient immortals.” Dong Rui chuckled. “Who told you Snail Dwelling only has one little room? There are several more rooms of various sizes in the back. It’s just that Xi Yunhe’s men used to process their prey in there, so it’s filthy and always reeks of blood. I can’t be bothered to go in.”

As they spoke, the snail toad had already plunged underground, beginning tonight’s journey.

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