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Chapter 699 King Mu's Final Chapter: The Evil Child Out of Control
Outside the ancient tomb, Gao Dongxu smoked a cigarette, accompanied by the two sisters, A Ning and Ru Xin and Ru Qing. He listened to the faint sounds of gunfire and explosions coming from inside, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

Half an hour later, after the gunfire ceased in the tomb, Gao Dongxu pressed his earpiece and said, "Jianjun, bring your men over and prepare to go down into the tomb. Tell them to guard all the tomb raiders' tunnels—"

"Yes!"

Not long after, Wang Jianjun, carrying a flamethrower, and seven other elites from 749 quickly approached Gao Dongxu.

Looking at the flamethrowers carried by the eight people, Gao Dongxu said to A Ning and Ru Xinru Qing, "Let's go into the tomb—"

Under the solemn gaze of many people, the group of 12 people entered the ancient tomb through the excavated tomb door.

The ancient tomb was illuminated as brightly as day by 11 strong lights. Gao Dongxu saw the bronze coffin of King Mu of Zhou, walked forward, gathered his strength, raised his hand and struck out with his palm. The bronze coffin lid was directly knocked off the coffin and made a loud thud.

All eight members of 749 couldn't help but shrink their pupils, and then looked at Gao Dongxu's tall back with fervor and admiration in their eyes.

Gao Dongxu took out a flashlight, climbed onto the coffin platform, and checked the situation inside the coffin.

Apart from the blackish-red viscous liquid, there were no other burial objects. It must be said that King Lu Shang and Tie Mian Sheng were truly despicable. Not only did they usurp the tomb, but they also made the tomb owner guard the door and didn't even leave a single burial object.

Somewhat disappointed, he jumped off the platform without saying a word and continued walking into the tomb.

This time, unlike the first time, when he went down into the tomb to obtain the Qilin Rest and head straight for the core area, he wasn't in a hurry at all. He had everyone use flashlights to illuminate the murals on both sides of the tomb passage, allowing them to appreciate them as they ventured deeper inside.

For the cultural heritage protection bureau and the archaeological experts, even if they couldn't find any burial objects, the murals on the tomb passage alone were enough to excite them.

The murals depict stories such as King Mu of Zhou's westward journey and his meeting with the Queen Mother of the West at Kunlun.

The murals are lifelike, exquisite, and absolutely artistic treasures.

"Swishing—"

As they passed through the tomb passage, they heard rustling sounds that made them uneasy, and soon they smelled a strong stench of blood and gunpowder.

Shining a powerful flashlight forward, the group witnessed a scene that sent chills down their spines: countless black, fist-sized corpse beetles were happily feasting on the bodies of the Wang family members.

Ah Ning, whose body had been burrowed into by a corpse beetle, looked pale with lingering fear.

Gao Dongxu said to Wang Jianjun and the others, "Breath in fire—"

Wang Jianjun immediately nodded, then called over another person, who held up a flamethrower, aimed it at the corpse and the carrion beetle, and began to spray fire.

Everyone put on gas masks and watched as the flamethrowers illuminated the tomb passage, burning the remaining corpses and the swarming carrion beetles to ashes.

The black smoke and the chirping of insects lasted for more than ten minutes. The other corpse beetles, upon encountering the fire, quickly retreated like a tide and soon disappeared.

"Just how many corpse beetles are in this tomb?!" Ah Ning complained, her face grim.

After all, when they left last time, they set a huge fire and poured a lot of gasoline, but now, the carrion beetle swarm is still a dark mass, seemingly unchanged.

"Three thousand years of reproduction and accumulation, even if there was a food shortage, they would still devour each other, and it's really hard to imagine how many they have now..." Gao Dongxu said as he stepped over the remains of the Wang family members. To be honest, he even suspected that the entire mountain had become a nest of corpse beetles.

Everyone felt a chill run down their spines, and their expressions turned extremely solemn.

Further in, we saw several more mutilated corpses of the Wang family members, shattered stones, and carrion beetles feeding voraciously.

After the raging fire, only black smoke and stench remained. Gao Dongxu and his group followed the main tomb passage. Miraculously, they were not attacked by a single corpse beetle along the way and arrived smoothly at the huge main tomb chamber where the Nine-Headed Hydra Cypress was located.

Returning to the place, the nine-headed cypress had been burned to carbonization, and there were traces of burning everywhere.

However, no one paid attention to these things. Instead, everyone's attention was focused on a blood-soaked corpse with dark red skin, shriveled muscles, eerie green eyes, and blackish-red liquid dripping from its sharp fingernails.

This was the first time Wang Jianjun and his eight companions had ever seen a blood-soaked corpse, so it was no wonder they were filled with fear.

Gao Dongxu's gaze was fixed on King Mu of Zhou, the legendary monarch of the Western Zhou Dynasty, who had now become like this, which inevitably made him feel a sense of melancholy.

"King Mu of Zhou, Ji Man—" Upon hearing this name, Wang Jianjun and his eight companions were utterly shocked, their eyes wide open as they stared intently at the blood-soaked corpse.

No one doubted Gao Dongxu's words. In the eyes of the eight of them, Gao Dongxu, their leader, was practically a god.

"Roar—" The blood corpse let out a deafening roar, its rotting vocal cords making the sound echo like it came from hell. It pounced on Gao Dongxu with such speed that it almost left a blur.

Gao Dongxu had already circulated his internal energy, his spiritual energy surging through his meridians. He suddenly took a step forward, his entire body rushing towards the blood corpse like an arrow released from a bow, the peach wood sword that suddenly appeared pointing directly at the blood corpse's throat. The sharp golden light on the sword tip burst forth, illuminating the blood corpse's hideous and terrifying face.

In a flash, the blood corpse instinctively extended its claws and gripped the peach wood sword tightly. The instant they made contact, a hissing sound rang out, thick black smoke billowed from the blood corpse's claws, and the air was instantly filled with the stench of burning flesh.

"Roar—" The blood corpse roared in pain, hurriedly letting go and retreating. But Gao Dongxu didn't give it a chance to catch its breath, taking a step forward and drawing a golden arc with his peach wood sword.

The blood corpse reacted with lightning speed, its sharp claws piercing straight for Gao Dongxu's chest. Gao Dongxu leaned back, bracing himself with his peach wood sword, his entire body almost parallel to the ground, narrowly avoiding the fatal blow. Then, he used his waist and abdomen to spring back to his feet, and with the momentum, he slashed down with his peach wood sword.

"Swoosh—" The blade sliced ​​through the blood corpse's shriveled body, extending from the right shoulder to the left abdomen, leaving a wound that emitted black smoke. Black corpse blood gushed out like a fountain, splashing onto Gao Dongxu's combat uniform and immediately corroding several small holes.

"Roar—" The blood corpse let out an unprecedented scream and turned to run away. Although it had almost lost its mind, the biological instinct for survival was still there.

"Trying to run?" Gao Dongxu sneered, his figure flashing as he unexpectedly arrived first, blocking the blood corpse's escape route. His speed was so fast that it was almost like teleportation in the eyes of onlookers.

The blood corpse was forced to stop and angrily swung its claws to attack. Gao Dongxu easily dodged to the side and swept his peach wood sword horizontally. The blood corpse raised its arm to block, and the moment the blade made contact with the withered arm, it made a "sizzle" sound, like a hot knife cutting through butter. The blood corpse's arm was almost cut in half, and black smoke billowed out.

The ensuing battle turned into a one-sided humiliation. Gao Dongxu nimbly dodged and weaved, his peach wood sword thrusting, sweeping, and slashing, leaving one black smoke-smoldering wound after another on the blood corpse's body. The entire tomb echoed with the blood corpse's agonizing roars, black blood splattered across the ground, emitting a nauseating stench of decay.

"Ahem, boss, is this some kind of joke?" One of the elites stared dumbfounded at the scene before him, his flamethrower involuntarily drooping.

Wang Jianjun frowned: "No, he's consuming the blood corpse's corpse energy. Look at those wounds; the thicker the black smoke, the more power the blood corpse is losing."

In the corner, a small figure stared greedily at the bloodied corpse covered in wounds, drool dripping from its large mouth full of sharp teeth. Its pale face was filled with longing, but its master's orders forced it to suppress its impulse and wait for the right opportunity.

The blood corpse moved slower and slower, black blood continuously flowing from its wounds. Gao Dongxu seized the opportunity, leaping out of the battle and shouting, "Ropes—!"

Ah Ning, Ru Xin, and the other two women immediately stepped forward and formed a four-way stand with Gao Dongxu. Ah Ning untied the rope around her waist and threw one end to Gao Dongxu.

Ru Xin and Ru Qing did the same thing, and then, in perfect unison, they began to run rapidly around the blood corpse in the middle.

"Roar--"

The blood corpse, bound by two ropes, began to roar and struggle. However, the three women and Gao Dongxu, who had already circulated their inner energy, completely overwhelmed the blood corpse, which was already at its limit. They quickly bound the blood corpse tightly with the ropes.

"I order you all to turn around, close your eyes and cover your ears, and don't look back—" Gao Dongxu suddenly shouted at Wang Jianjun and the other eight.

"Yes!" X8
Without the slightest hesitation, the eight men immediately turned around, closed their eyes, and covered their ears. Although they had some doubts, obedience to orders was their duty!
“It’s yours now—” Gao Dongxu looked at the evil child who had appeared in the corner, his lips moving silently a few times.

The evil child's speed was almost like a flash. He jumped up and opened his gaping maw full of sharp teeth in mid-air. As he landed on the blood corpse's back, his mouth full of sharp teeth bit into the blood corpse's neck.

"Roar--"

The blood corpse let out a final, painful, and furious roar that shook the surrounding area and kicked up countless clouds of dust.

The evil child's blood-red eyes were filled with greed and madness. No matter how the blood corpse struggled and thrashed, his sharp teeth and claws held tightly to the blood corpse's neck, swallowing and absorbing the blood corpse's essence in large gulps.

The evil child's bluish-gray skin visibly turned pitch black, slowly transforming into a small black child, with black mist emanating from his entire body.

Seeing this, Gao Dongxu's lips twitched involuntarily, while Ru Qing complained with disgust, "You've gotten even uglier—"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xie Tong suddenly turned his head, his blood-red eyes glaring fiercely at Ru Qing. The next moment, Ru Qing was sent flying backward as if punched.

"Stop!" Gao Dongxu shouted simultaneously, both consciously and verbally.

The next moment, the sharp claws of the evil child that had flashed to the side of Ruqing, who was lying on the ground vomiting blood, stopped in mid-air. Then, without moving its body, it turned its little head strangely to the back, looking at its master who had stopped it with a blank look in its eyes.

(End of this chapter)