Chapter 1081 Four Coffins

Darren was surprised. "What are you doing here? Why didn't you tell me the cave under the tomb?"

"Stealing is not something to be proud of. How could I tell you?" Like a child who had made a mistake, the old man lowered his head.

"Stealing?" Darren was confused. "What did you steal?"

"Wine," the old man blurted out. "It's also your fault! You didn't give me some of your wine."

Darren rolled his eyes.

"How can you open the tomb?"

Darren changed a topic. Hiram the Great's tomb was guarded by the bronze coffin's strong power. How could the old man open it so easily?

"It's very simple. As long as I touch the tombstone, the cave will appear.

But I swear! I didn't take anything from here except the wine.

I already quit drinking. But I didn't expect your wine to make me crave for alcohol so much!" The old man sighed.

"So... that means that you used to steal wine from here?" Darren asked with a smile.

"Ahem." The old man coughed to mask his awkwardness. "I only stole one drop every dozens of years. If it weren't for that, I wouldn't have suffered so much.

Young man, don't go inside later. Half of the drop of wine I get will be yours. I'm not bluffing when I tell you this! There is some sort of alcohol bug inside the jar. It's so terrible. If you touch it, you will surely die!" the old man said earnestly.

"Ha!" Darren chuckled. "I'm strong. I'm not afraid of any bugs."

"Don't brag. I nearly died each time! Don't underestimate me based on my appearance. I can endure a cut from a knife!"

"Oh, I'd like to go in and have a look," Darren said calmly.

"You! Forget it. You will know it when you're bitten," the old man said angrily, shaking his head. He then walked forward carefully.

Darren followed him for a while. The space in front of him widened. They seemed to be in a house.

At one corner stood a big, black jar. The old man walked towards it.

He carefully lifted the

hadow appeared in front of the four coffins.

The shadow was clad in cyan armor. His black hair flowed freely, as if being blown by a gentle breeze.

"Hiram the Great!"

Darren said excitedly.

But Darren was confused. Had Hiram the Great been waiting for him?

"Sorry, sir, do you know who I am?" Darren asked.

"I don't know you."

"Then what did you mean by 'you've come'?" Darren asked.

"People who are able to come here are the ones on the same path as me. I haven't finished the mission of killing the fiend. The witcher ancestor has handed it over to you, right?"

"Yes. I need to know where the World Essence is. This is a matter of life and death!" Darren said.

"I was only formed by a strand of my spiritual sense. I don't know where the World Essence is."

The shadow's answer disappointed Darren. Hiram the Great was extremely cautious. Even the strand of spiritual sense he left behind didn't know the location of the World Essence.

"So, why do you keep this spiritual sense?"

If it was not for the purpose of leaving the clue of the World Essence, why did Hiram the Great build an underground cave in his tomb? Why did he leave his spiritual sense here?

There were also four Immortal or God Characters lying around. Darren was genuinely confused.