Chapter 2368


    Gerald Crawford: The Secretly or invisible Rich Man Chapter 2368


    Watching as Walter slowly got to his feet, Gerald was prompted to say, “…I see… Either way, just as


    you said, I believe we shouldn’t dy this any further. Let’s move on!”


    Gerald, for one, was now pumped to see the maze for himself…


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    Regardless, before leaving, Gerald made sure to update Aiden on the situation. Upon hearing what


    Gerald had to say, the concerned Aiden couldn’t help but say, “You’re leaving so soon?”


    “ Indeed. While I’m gone, I need you to return to Weston as soon as possible to get some things done.


    This ce isn’t the safest to be in for much longer anyway,”      replied Gerald as he began borating


    on his search for the Divine Fruit tree…


    Since Gerald possessed a great number of assets—in numerous industries—within Weston, his


    resources were near-inexhaustible. This gave him a massive advantage in his search for the tree.


    Either way, after hearing Gerald’s n, Aiden thought for a moment before asking, “…I can do that


    but… when will you be back? And where should we meet up again?”


    After giving it some thought, Gerald replied,“


    We’ll rendezvous at Mayberry City. It’s been quite a while since I’vest returned!”


    By doing all this, Gerald was leaving a way open for his future self. If things went ording to n, he


    could at least spread the news so that fewer people would get deceived by Daryl…


    Fast forward to nighttime, Walter had already selected thirty-six advanced cultivators—from his family


    —toe along for the mission. With that, the thirty-eight people —inclusive of Walter and Gerald—


    began making their way to Fyre Cave…


    It wasn’t long before they arrived at the very center of the ind. Surrounded by dense forests, was the


    entrance of Fyre Cave that honestly looked more like a well than anything.


    Clearing his throat, Walter then dered, “Before we descend, let me remind you that underground


    creatures lurk in the many caverns down there.


    With that said, please be wary of getting snatched up by them! Also, please refrain from behaving


    recklessly! Now that that’s out of the way… let’s descend! ”


    Since the cave was at least eight hundred meters deep, it took everyone—despite having used their


    lightness skills—about ten minutes to get to the bottom. Regardless, once they were all down there,


    everyone was greeted by the sight of a very long tunnel. A tunnel which they quietly began entering


    All seventy-two of Fyre Cave’s caverns were interconnected by a hundred and eight burrows. Though


    each cavern—upon entry—would still be distinguishable, the second one looked back, they would


    quickly find themselves unable to differentiate between the caves. With that in mind, Gerald—despite


    his level of cultivation—soon found himself getting dizzy the further they proceeded into the caverns.


    Sensing Gerald’s confusion—and realizing that he hadn’t told the boy about the maze’s properties yet


    —, Walter immediately said in a serious tone,“ Please refrain from looking around, Brother Gerald! You


    really don’t want to get enchanted by the maze’s illusions!”


    While the group had journeyed past the first seven caverns without much issue by that point, Gerald


    had honestly no idea how long they had traveled. It certainly didn’t help that he could no longer see the


    path back whenever he turned to look at where they had passed through. Had it not been for the


    Zeman family’s map, Gerald was pretty sure that even deities would get lost upon entering this ce…


    Gerald’s train of thought was cut short when he and the group suddenly heard a loud noise the second


    they began entering a rather dark cavern that was approximately five hundred square feet wide…


    Amidst the dim lighting, everyone could then hear what appeared to be something breathing rapidly…


    It wasn’t long before the vague figure of an old woman—who seemed to be trying to light a fire with a


    flint  striker—was identified.  How peculiar…


    “…Everyone. Stop,” ordered Walter—who had his hand raised—in a hushed tone as he slowly began


    retracing his steps. Under the light of Gerald’s torch, the boy was quick to realize that Walter’s forehead


    was now brimming with sweat. What was he so afraid of…?