"The inscription says that this tomb, more grand than the Yellow Tomb, holds the remains of two people, a dead person... and a living person!"
"What? Ha ha, Uncle, you're really good at joking, a living person buried in the ground doesn't turn into a dead person, does it?" a few men laughed heartily.
The middle-aged man shook his head, "No, the living person mentioned here is a real living person... The inscription records that the tomb owner and his fiancee once obtained an elixir, and at that time, they became targets for various forces. In the end, the tomb owner and his fiancee were forced to a dead end, the fiancee was killed, and the tomb owner took the elixir and became a monster that neither aged nor died.
"Here, he deliberately lowered his voice, creating a scary atmosphere and said, "But the inscription also records on the other side, that in fact the woman was not the tomb owner's fiancee, but someone the tomb owner had an unrequited love for. In the end, they quarreled, and in the struggle to get the elixir, the lover was accidentally killed... leaving the one now filled with remorse."
"Years later, the tomb owner, for revenge, gathered all kinds of extraordinary talents and searched the country for life-reviving treasures, as well as accumulated a large number of treasures of gold and silver. Unable to revive his lover, the tomb owner went mad and, along with his men, killed countless people, hanging his enemies and their families alive in the tomb until they died of torture!"
"Those corpses we saw at the entrance just now—"
"They should be the people killed as described in the inscriptions..."
"This, this is really something." One of the tomb robbers swallowed hard, recalling the densely packed, dried bones at the entrance, feeling a cold breeze in the dark tomb suddenly.
They were used to dealing with white bones, but the sight of thousands of mummified bodies hanging overhead like wind chimes was a different story.
It was obviously very sinister there, several of their brothers had died there.
"And it's said that he used drugs to turn many of his subordinates into monsters, to guard the tomb, and then he and his beloved lay to rest under the sacred tree. The inscriptions say the main tomb is stacked with mountains of gold, silver, and jewels, and there are even many legendary treasures, any one of which could cause a bloodbath!"
Mentioning treasure brought a gleam to everyone's eyes, and the middle-aged man, seeing the atmosphere was just right, continued, "Our benefactor this time wants something called the 'Fish Pearl' from the tomb, as long as we can get it..."
His eyes lit up, thinking about the amount the other party had promised, his mouth stretched into a smile.
"But that woman who caught the eye of the tomb owner is really unlucky, that tomb owner doesn't look like a good character at all." A man who had come over muttered, then kicked his companion on the ground, "Hey! Get up! Damn it, did you think we were on vacation?!"
The middle-aged man stood up and laughed, "Who said it was a woman? According to the inscriptions, the person caught the eye of the tomb owner was clearly his senior brother in the same school!"
"Ah?!" Several men showed disgusted expressions on their faces, and spat, "So it seems they were both freaking gay, the tomb owner is really twisted."
"How could men and men have a relationship?"
"Heh, you're inexperienced, there are many ways to have a relationship."
"Tsk! Get lost!"
Several men teased each other and shouldered their equipment, and in the middle-aged man's eyes, quieted down quickly and continued forward.
At a palace in the tomb, a gloomy and dark grave path echoed with suppressed, heavy breathing.
Making the sound was a person lying like a lizard by his feet, if that could still be called a 'person'...
Because there wasn't a single piece of skin or hair on the 'person's' body, and what was exposed was all muscle and sinew-like things, but on closer inspection, it seemed like that layer of sinew was his skin, and the blood on his body looked more like secreted mucus.
The lizard-like creature at his throat made a 'cackling' sound, and Feng Jin seemed to have understood and smiled coldly.
"You did well driving them into the grave path, leave none except for that middle-aged man..."
"Cackling..."
The red lizard-like monster was very fast, and in a few leaps, it went out to carry out Feng Jin's orders.
After half a stick of incense, the sounds of stumbling and running non-stop echoed in the grave path.
The middle-aged man had long lost his earlier composure and self-satisfaction, his right hand had been torn off by something, looking terrifying, and his left hand covered the wound, his face and body covered in bloodstains.
"Damn it! Damn it!" The middle-aged man endured the immense pain and finally collapsed in the grave path, the excessive loss of blood and the pursuit of the monster behind brought tremendous panic.
Falling to the ground tore at his severed hand.
"My hand—ah—!" The middle-aged man covered his severed hand and rolled on the ground, suddenly he saw a pair of black, soft-soled, gold-trimmed boots in his line of sight.
The boots were very nice, but obviously, it wasn't something a modern person would wear, especially not in a tomb like this!
The middle-aged man forgot to cry out, he was covered in cold sweat, and his face, pale from excessive blood loss, was paler than a dead man's.
The person wearing the boots squatted in front of him.
A cold, slender hand pressed down on the man's head, lifting the man up by his head!
Then the middle-aged man saw a man in ancient attire of black and red, very handsome, with one hand behind his back and the other holding himself up, as if seeing something interesting to play with, with a smile on his lips.
But his jet-black pupils had a hint of red in the middle!
It's Feng Jin!
Feng Jin was really here!
The middle-aged man had just opened his mouth to cry out, only to find that he couldn't move at all! He couldn't even speak!
"Little thing, how did you get here? Hmm?"
The middle-aged man struggled desperately, but it was like something was being sucked out of his body, and all his efforts were in vain.
"Answer me, how did you and those rats get into my palace?" Feng Jin slightly increased his force, pressing the man's head almost to a dent!
The man let out a loud, desperate scream! He shouted with all his might, "It was—it was the map—I have a map!"
"Oh?"
"It's in my backpack! I swear... please spare me—"
A muffled sound, liquid sprayed on the wall of the grave path, giving off a sweet, bloody smell.
The decapitated body fell to the ground and convulsed a few times before becoming still.
Feng Jin shook his hand, the sticky liquid on his long, slim fingers dripped down.
Feng Jin pulled out a map from the backpack on the corpse's back and, after a glance, expressionlessly wiped the blood from his hands with the map.
At that moment, Feng Jin suddenly began to tremble all over!
"Nan Deng, don't be angry!" The expressionless handsome man said anxiously to the air, "I didn't kill anyone, it's just that they bullied me and I had to kill them..."
Not knowing what he was imagining, the handsome man's expression grew calmer, and he said with secret joy, "I knew you wouldn't really be mad at me, they were all outsiders, we are the closest."
Feng Jin suddenly turned to ice, talking to himself on one side, and lightly laughing at the air on the other.
If Wang Xiaomie saw this scene, he would probably run away like crazy.
After a while, Wen Fengjin calmed down and switched from one personality to another, saying, "Inscription? It seems that those craftsmen who built the tomb palace were not honest. They actually recorded these things."
Wen Fengjin stooped down to the corpse on the ground and laughed, "Thanks to your information. Otherwise, what would happen if this thing were seen by the sleep light?"
"He likes polite people, so I want to reward you well."
He squatted down, holding the hand of the corpse, and, politely like a courteous young gentleman, said with a smile to the headless corpse in front of him, "Thank you very much."
After saying this, his expression remained unchanged as he stood up and ordered to the empty tomb in front of him, "Mu Yi, destroy the place with another inscription, and make sure to reward our guest. He likes gold, silver, and treasures. Take his body to those side halls where jewels are stored to fulfill his wish. Do not be stingy, do you understand?"
The empty tomb echoed with two "giggling" sounds.
"Look, sleep light, did I do a good job?" he said to himself. Suddenly, his face turned red, and he bit his lip, saying, "Senior Brother, please don't praise me. All of this is because of your good teachings..."
He smiled at the air as if receiving someone's approval, and then, with a bit of shyness, he turned away, leaving a row of bloody footprints on the sinister tomb passage.
And at the moment he turned around, the body on the ground also disappeared instantly...
The sleep light is still waiting for me.
He returned to my side again.
This time...
This time...
He will never escape...