Movie variety show soul travels between two worlds to become a rich man

Chapter 853 Corpses Lay Atop the Cloud Palace, Bewitching Vine Blooms

"Someone has already arrived before us—"

At this moment, Gao Dongxu, holding binoculars, looked at the magnificent hall square and the corpses lying haphazardly on the steps, and said with a smirk.

Everyone raised their binoculars and, using the slowly fading light of the flares, looked towards the plaza of the palace complex, where they indeed saw many corpses.

Hu Bayi, Wu Xie, and Wang Yueban, while all speechless, turned to look at Gao Dongxu, who was admiring the results of their plan.

With a feather fan and a silk turban, he chatted and laughed, and the enemy's ships and towers were reduced to ashes.

They may not have had much direct experience of the destructive power of wise men in the past.

But now, they have witnessed firsthand what it means to reduce enemy ships to ashes with a mere laugh.

The fact that such a simple, open scheme could lead so many people to rush to be buried in Changbai Mountain is truly terrifying!

The flares slowly died out in the darkness, and darkness enveloped the entire space once again. The powerful flashlights in everyone's hands became the only light in the entire dark space.

"Leave all the useless stuff behind, let's travel light, prepare the ropes, and let's go down and find out what's going on—" Gao Dongxu smiled as he looked at everyone with an almost fanatical excitement on their faces.

Although Nicholas Tse, White Rose, and the others had never been involved in tomb raiding before, don't forget that tomb raiding represents one of humanity's most primal desires—the thrill of digging for treasure is irresistible to anyone.

Everyone immediately got to work, piling up all the useless stuff like shovels, ice axes, and smokeless furnaces to the side.

Besides gas masks, two oxygen canisters, some compressed food, and four bottles of mineral water, the rest of the supplies were an assault rifle, a pistol, and a dagger carried by each person.

Of course, each person also received an empty backpack. Gao Dongxu had said that they could fill it with any gold and silver jewelry they wanted in the Heavenly Palace on the Cloud Top.

Then everyone put on gas masks and, following the ropes and stepping on the cliff face, slowly rappelled down.

More than forty minutes later, Gao Dongxu and his group finally arrived at the crater where the Cloud Palace was located.

They hadn't noticed any smell up there, but now, even with gas masks on, they could still smell a pungent sulfurous odor, and the air was thick with the scent of death.

"Hurry up—" Gao Dongxu frowned and shouted in a muffled voice, then led the group away quickly.

However, along the way, they saw dozens of corpses lying haphazardly on the ground. Some were of Asian appearance, while others were of European or American descent. Without exception, all of them had bluish-purple faces and black lips, clearly having been killed by sulfur-containing poison gas.

The deeper you go, the more the magnificent yet eerie Cloud Palace complex gradually comes into view, and the more densely packed the poisoned corpses become, almost covering the entire path ahead, like a welcoming carpet made of death.

Finally, we passed through the gas field and arrived at the foot of the imperial mausoleum complex, in the sacred path area.

The group cautiously advanced along the spirit path of the tomb. On either side of the path stood rows of thick stone pillars, their surfaces covered in unknown vines, lush and verdant, exuding an inexplicable eeriness. As they walked, many vibrant flower buds appeared on the vines.

It was Wang Yueban and his nephew Wang Kaixuan again, wearing gas masks, who took the initiative to step forward. The next moment, the flower buds miraculously bloomed, and they were very beautiful.

"So beautiful—" The two fat men, their eyes glazed, took off their gas masks and greedily inhaled the fragrance of the flowers.

An exceptionally sweet floral fragrance suddenly wafted into my nostrils. The aroma was so rich that it seemed to permeate every part of my body, making me relax involuntarily.

"Oh my god, it smells so good, it's so fragrant, I'm going to die..." Wang Kaixuan exclaimed, his face full of intoxication.

After seeing that the two had taken off their gas masks and were unharmed, everyone else took them off as well, inhaling the sweet floral fragrance that varied from person to person, and each of them showed an intoxicated expression.

"It smells so good, I wonder if I can eat it—" Wang Yue squinted her eyes, took a deep breath with a look of intoxication, but before she could finish speaking, she was interrupted by Pan Zi's loud laughter.

"It has to be edible, tsk tsk, and it's barbecue flavored!" Pan Zi grinned, his face full of fascination. He reached out and plucked a bright red flower that had just bloomed from the stone pillar, stuffing it into his mouth without hesitation and chewing it heartily. "Delicious! It's fucking delicious!"

Seeing this, Wang Yueban laughed and joined in. The two of them, as if possessed, frantically picked and devoured those alluring flowers.

However, Gao Dongxu looked helpless. Now, besides him, and the three spirits beside him, Gu Lian, Li Zhiying and Cha Youli, Ah Ning, Ru Xin Ru Qing, Bai Qiangwei and Su Nan had also fallen into a hallucination, with silly smiles on their faces and dancing wildly.

Gao Dongxu immediately took out a bottle of Qilin blood. He moved with lightning speed, first smearing drops of blood under the noses of the four women beside him. Gu Lian and the others trembled, their eyes instantly regaining their clarity.

"Help me quickly!" Gao Dongxu gave a brief order, and the group immediately split up to apply Qilin blood to Fugui, Erpang, Tingfeng, Fusheng and the others who were still struggling in their hallucinations.

As the scent of the Qilin blood rushed into their nasal cavities, everyone gradually awoke from their frenzy.

Wang Yueban and Pan Zi, who recovered first, suddenly bent over and vomited; the "delicious" flowers they had just swallowed were now making their stomachs churn. Meanwhile, Erpang and Fusheng awkwardly jumped away from the stone pillar—they had just been passionately kissing it.

Even worse was Wang Kaixuan, who collapsed to the ground, his face streaked with tears, clearly having experienced something heartbreaking in his hallucination.

The chaotic and absurd scene before him made Gao Dongxu shake his head helplessly.

Gao Dongxu walked to the stone pillar, looked at the withered vines that were wrapped around it. They seemed withered, but in fact, they were full of vitality. He used his gloved hand to pull off a piece and smelled it.

Good heavens, even though he was immune to all poisons thanks to the Qilin Rest, he still smelled his favorite sweet and cloying perfume scent, and felt a little dazed.

"Good stuff—" Gao Dongxu's eyes lit up. After telling everyone to stay away from the sacred path, he began to pull the withered vines from the stone pillars on both sides and put them all into his space.

Then, following the trail, they found the roots of these withered vines, uprooted them, and stored them in their spatial dimension.

Regardless of whether they can survive if taken out, these withered vines can be ground into powder and turned into special weapons in one's own hands.

"vomit--"

Gao Dongxu, who had left no trace of grass, arrived at the altar and saw Wang Yueban still rinsing his mouth and vomiting. He chuckled and teased, "Alright, eat some dirt, it won't kill you. Don't waste water."

Wang Yueban had a constipated expression on his face. Just as he was about to say something, he heard the continuous echoes of gunfire.

Everyone's expression turned solemn. They quickly stood up, pulled the bolts of their guns, and looked up at the towering, majestic, and massive imperial mausoleum complex.

"The clam and the crane have begun to fight—"

Gao Dongxu held a cigar in his hand, chuckled, bit off the cap, lit it with a lighter, took a few puffs, and exhaled a cloud of smoke.

Then, Gao Dongxu seemed to take out a bunch of cigars from his pocket, gestured for everyone to share them, and said with a smile, "Let's have a cigar first, take a break, and go in after the gunfire stops."

Everyone nodded. The men shared cigars, while the women sat on the steps, drinking water and resting, listening to the intermittent echoes of gunfire.

"It seems the battle is over." Ah Ning raised an eyebrow slightly as she listened to the gunshots, making her judgment.

As if to prove Aning's judgment, the gunfire stopped, and then the whole world returned to a deathly silence.

Half an hour later, Gao Dongxu stood up, patted his backside, and laughed, "Let's go upstairs and take a look—"

Everyone stood up, raised their spears, and followed Gao Dongxu up the stone steps.

After climbing stone steps that were at least three stories high, we arrived at the main gate of the imperial mausoleum.

Mausoleum and tomb are completely different things. Mausoleum is an above-ground structure used for sacrificial rites and encoffining ceremonies, while tomb refers to an underground palace.

Gao Dongxu stood in the square in front of the main gate of the imperial mausoleum, looking at the details of the palace and comparing them with the gold model in the space. They were indeed almost identical.

As for the palace complex they saw in the underwater tomb, nestled amidst the peaks of the Three Sacred Mountains, resembling a fairyland, it was probably just a symbolic shrine... In short, it was just a real estate development rendering.

The ancients were just as adept at deceiving people as modern people; in fact, many of the methods and techniques used by modern people were already well-worn by the ancients.

Looking down from the cliff, the palace complex, which resembled the Ming Dynasty palace in architectural style, appeared magnificent and exuded imperial aura. Moreover, the use of black stone added to its grandeur, making it both spectacular and eerie.

But now, standing at the entrance of the imperial mausoleum, all those previous feelings have vanished, replaced by desolation and ruin.

Although the main body is still well preserved, there are too many damaged details.

"Remember, everyone, everyone you see is an enemy or a criminal. You can shoot them all without asking for permission. Hunt them freely. Do you understand? Don't hold back, or they'll kill you too—" Gao Dongxu said with a smile as he pulled the bolt of his all-black AK74.

"Understood!" Everyone's gazes immediately sharpened, and they responded in low voices.

With guns at their heels, the group cautiously ascended the massive steps, wide enough for ten carriages to travel side-by-side, and entered the main gate of the imperial mausoleum. The enormous gate had long since collapsed, its massive panels lying on the ground; they simply stepped over it and entered.

Entering through the main gate, one arrives at the entrance hall of the mausoleum. The ancient burial text, "Imperial Mausoleum Chapter," describes the four dragon towers surrounding the treasure hall, and the nine-tailed celestial chariot entering the Yellow Springs. This is the first hall within the four dragon towers. At this moment, Gao Dongxu had already released his divine sense and hadn't detected any enemies. However, the lingering smell of gunpowder smoke in the palace, along with the bullet casings and corpses scattered everywhere, indicated just how intense the gunfight had been.

As everyone held their guns and shone their powerful flashlights around, Ah Ning looked up at the corpses on the ground and the bullet holes in the pillars, frowning slightly. She said to Gao Dongxu, "It wasn't just a shootout; something came down from above, and then the bullets started sweeping down—"

(End of this chapter)