C26 The Grave of the Transmigrator(1)

After walking for what seemed like an eternity, the lights from the hall behind us could no longer provide any meaningful illumination. Xiaoming pulled out a vintage flashlight from his wristwatch and handed it to Wu Ziming. The moment he flicked it on, the beam nearly blinded us; the tiny flashlight shone brighter than a spotlight.

"I almost forgot, here's a weapon for self-defense." He said