Tomb Raiding: The Bloodline of Dragons and Snakes, Starting from the Kunlun Divine Palace

Wu Tianjiao nodded. "Brother, he can speak the language of corpses."

Hearing that Zhang Qiling could speak the language of corpses, Wu Xie was unable to calm down.

He really found it hard to believe that there could be such an amazing person in the world who could do almost anything.

After a brief exchange, the violently shaking stone coffin finally stopped shaking.

The young man did not kneel before the person in the stone coffin as described in the original story.

Everything returned to calm, and all was well.

Zhang Qiling looked at Pan Zi and the others, telling them not to take anything they shouldn't, and that they must leave before dark.

"Third Master, who exactly is this?" Pan Zi asked as he walked up to Wu Sansheng.

Panzi and Xiaoge had only recently met, so Panzi didn't know anything about Xiaoge's background.

Not to mention him, even Wu Sansheng probably doesn't know the young man's true background.

In this world, Wu Tianjiao is probably the only person who truly understands Xiao Ge and knows all his secrets.

Wu Sansheng frowned, about to speak, when a dark shadow suddenly flashed by.

"Who is it? Show yourself."

Wu Sansheng drew his gun and slowly walked over.

But before he could fire, the other side opened fire.

Fortunately, Wu Sansheng was quite skilled, and he managed to dodge the bullets just as they were coming.

But Wu Sansheng's attempt to dodge backfired spectacularly, turning the situation into a major mess.

Although the bullet did not hit Wu Sansheng, it struck the stone coffin diagonally opposite him.

The moment the bullet hit the stone coffin, black smoke immediately began to billow out from inside.

The coffin lid was even more restless, about to be pried open by what was inside.

Even if the young man actually knelt down before the person inside, it would be to no avail.

The culprit who caused all this has long since fled.

"Hey kid, did you see who that dark figure was just now?"

Wu Xie quickly asked Hai Shao, who was outside, through his earpiece.

He's watching from outside with cameras, so he definitely has a more comprehensive view than they do with their eyes.

"I don't know, it should be a person."

Wu Xie retorted irritably, "Of course! Wouldn't a human shoot a gun?"

It's most likely Ah Ning's gang.

"Alright, Wu Xie, stop asking. In this situation, even finding the culprit won't help. The only thing you can do now is to stay away from the area with your third uncle."

After saying that, Wu Tianjiao pulled out the Thousand Chance Umbrella from behind his back.

The next second, the Thousand Chance Umbrella shot out like a lightning bolt.

It hit the black mist coming out of the coffin directly.

With a bang, the black smoke slammed into the wall and then collapsed to the ground.

Strictly speaking, Wu Tianjiao actually hoped that he would emerge from the coffin.

Otherwise, how could he gain experience points and receive system rewards?

Wu Tianjiao reached out his hand, and the Thousand Chance Umbrella returned to his hand in the next second.

At the same time, the black mist slowly rose from the ground.

The black aura was merely a mask of resentment covering his exterior. His true form was actually a blood-soaked corpse.

Moreover, this blood corpse is no ordinary person.

The blood corpse was incredibly angry and walked towards Wu Tianjiao and the others step by step.

"Brother, what's your opinion? Can you bring yourself to kill this guy?" Wu Tianjiao asked.

Zhang Qiling looked at Wu Tianjiao, feeling as if Wu Tianjiao knew everything.

"Tian-ge alone can handle this blood corpse."

Actually, the person in the coffin has some connection with the Zhang family.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have given him that much face.

They were allowed to stay in the tomb until nightfall.

Wu Tianjiao smiled and said, "Then, young man, I won't stand on ceremony."

As he spoke, Wu Tianjiao swung his Thousand Chance Umbrella once more.

At this moment, the Thousand Chance Umbrella in Wu Tianjiao's hand had transformed into a silver spear.

Although Wu Tianjiao doesn't know any marksmanship yet, his speed is extremely fast.

A silver spear, taller than a man, was wielded by Wu Tianjiao like a sword.

The blood corpse was no match for them and eventually collapsed to the ground.

Wu Tianjiao took out a pill and stuffed it into the blood corpse's mouth.

The black aura on the blood corpse dissipated, revealing a middle-aged man in a dragon robe. His eyes were wide open, and before he breathed his last, he shouted, "I am not reconciled! Iron-Faced, I will haunt you even as a ghost!"

[Ding! Congratulations, host, for killing the thousand-year-old blood corpse King Mu of Zhou and obtaining the "Hell Asura Spear Manual"!]

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Chapter 188: Seven Coffins, a Cunning Old Man

As the system's voice faded, Wu Tianjiao's mind was filled with a wealth of knowledge about marksmanship.

Unpredictable and ever-changing...

At this moment, Wu Sansheng and his group walked over.

"Third Uncle, could this be the tomb owner? But what did he mean by what he just said? And who is Iron-Faced Man?"

"Third Master, judging from his clothes, he must have been a high-ranking official like an emperor in his lifetime, right?"

"Although the King Lu Shang we came to see is a prince, he can't be wearing a dragon robe, can he?"

Pan Zi asked, puzzled.

"Third Uncle, Brother Tian, ​​did we get the wrong information? Is this not actually King Lu Shang's tomb?" Wu Xie asked.

Wu Sansheng touched the clothes on the blood corpse.

"Although the Western Zhou and Warring States periods are not far apart in time, there are obvious differences in clothing and accessories between the two eras. Moreover, the Warring States period was divided into many states, making clothing even more inconsistent."

"Judging from his attire, he looks more like a prince or nobleman from the Western Zhou Dynasty. No, to be precise, he should be an emperor from the Western Zhou Dynasty."

"Wu Xie, do you remember the bronze bell we found in the Corpse Cave? That was actually a product of the Western Zhou Dynasty."

"So, the information we received before was really wrong?" Wu Xie held up his flashlight and shone it on the corpse of King Mu of Zhou, as if asking Wu Sansheng, but also as if talking to himself.

Wu Sansheng remained silent, because he himself was also somewhat puzzled at the moment.

Wu Xie then looked at Wu Tianjiao, "Brother Tian, ​​what's your opinion?"

There are two possibilities. The first is that we did receive incorrect information before; the second is that the previous information was actually correct, but this is likely a tomb within a tomb.

"A tomb within a tomb?" Wu Xie looked at Wu Tianjiao, somewhat not understanding what he meant.

Wu Sansheng suddenly realized, thanks to Wu Tianjiao's reminder, that Brother Tian was right; this could indeed be a tomb within a tomb.

A tomb within a tomb means that a new tomb is built on the foundation of an existing ancient tomb.

Wu Xie was somewhat shocked, "You can actually play like this?"

Firsthand experience is much more interesting than reading Grandpa's notes.

"Third Master, what should we do now? Should we send him back?"

Pan Zi asked.

Although the blood corpse has temporarily stopped causing trouble, who can guarantee that it won't awaken again in the next second?

Wu Sansheng nodded. If this really was a tomb within a tomb, his main burial chamber had likely already been taken over.

"Actually, he was quite pitiful. As the emperor, even in death his tomb was occupied. He might very well be the most unfortunate and pitiful emperor in history."

"Since they're already in such a pitiful state, we naturally have to carry them back." Understood.

Pan Zi understood Wu Sansheng's meaning, and even more so, Wu Sansheng's implied meaning.

"Young Master, could you please come and lend a hand?"

Pan Zi looked at Wu Xie.

Wu Xie nodded.

The two then together carried King Mu of Zhou's body into the stone coffin.

Then Panzi took out a hammer and iron nails, preparing to completely seal the stone coffin.