Robert, who was holding the Flemish urn, seemed to be having a hard time. He took out three white candles from his pocket and threw one to his colleague and Lumian respectively. Seeing that they were ready, Kendall lit the calcium carbide lamp, turned around, and guided them to walk a little bit along the 138-story stone staircase into the depths of darkness.

On the way, they passed the heavy wooden door engraved with the two great saints, and passed the quiet corridor where even the sound of breathing could be heard.

For Lumian, such a dark environment is no stranger, but the young policeman was a little nervous and hugged Mrs. Michelle's ashes tightly, seeking more sense of security.