The Unorthodox Tomb Raider

He genuinely liked Hua Na Niu, so the curse of the ghost eye had to be removed.

Even without any romantic involvement, he still had to go to the tomb of King Xian for the sake of his mission. Going there wasn't enough; he also had to take control of the tomb.

Night vision and the Tomb Raider's Finger... are both good things.

In addition, after using the Muchen Pearl to shut down the Demon Kingdom's sacrificial ceremony, he also wanted to keep the Muchen Pearl with him and study it carefully.

Not only the Muchen Pearl, but also the other two great divine pearls, the Dust-Avoiding Pearl and the Crimson Pill Pearl, if he knew their whereabouts, he would definitely try his best to acquire them.

Anyone would want something related to immortality, let alone someone like him who has a system to assist him.

What others cannot do may not be difficult for him!

"..."

Sensing the invisible aura emanating from Fang Yun, Partridge Whistle opened his mouth but couldn't utter a word, finally just laughing helplessly.

He had a vague feeling that the gap between him and Fang Yun seemed to have widened again at this moment.

Although he had long admitted that he was inferior... as members of the same of the four factions, even if he was inferior, he didn't want to fall too far behind.

..................

Nighttime, inside the ship's cabin.

"What kind of clothes are these?"

"Such heavy clothing...it looks like cloth armor?"

Hua held the dragon scale armor bulletproof vest in her hands, looking puzzled.

This garment is much thicker and heavier than ordinary clothes, weighing a full eleven or twelve pounds!

Moreover, the garment also has neck and arm guards, and the front and back of the garment are wrapped with several layers of tough special fabric, which contains dozens of hard pieces of unknown material that look like a row of fish scales.

"This is a self-defense armor, just like my pistol. I bought it from a foreigner before."

"We're about to enter the tomb of King Xian, so I was thinking of getting you some small protective gear. You must wear this before entering the tomb. You can also use my Vajra Umbrella, don't forget."

"Also, Chen Yulou gave me quite a few guns. You can practice shooting on the ship these few days, it will come in handy when we go down into the tomb."

Upon hearing Fang Yun's words, Hua Xian was stunned for a moment. After hugging the Dragon Scale Armor bulletproof vest tightly to her chest, she kissed Fang Yun on the cheek.

She knew that Fang Yun was protecting her, and she couldn't refuse in order to put Fang Yun at ease.

"I am the Mountain Moving Taoist, don't underestimate me!"

"With your pathetic skills, you call yourself a Mountain Moving Taoist..."

Fang Yun chuckled and pinched the flowery face in an annoyed manner.

It was because Hua came from a family of tomb raiders and her martial arts skills were superior to those of a veteran tomb raider who had been in the business for ten years that he dared to take Hua down into the tomb.

When going into a tomb in a group, you must be very careful in choosing your teammates. You should never bring along someone who is a burden or has long arms, as they will not only distract you but may even hinder the team.

Now, equipping Hua with dragon scale armor, bulletproof vests, and a Vajra Umbrella will further enhance her safety, giving him even more peace of mind.

As for him... he wouldn't need those protective gear in the tomb. He hadn't worn the dragon scale armor bulletproof vest since he got it; initially, he only intended to use it to protect against villains.

Because if even he has reached the point where he needs protective gear to survive... then the situation must have reached a dead end, and it wouldn't matter whether he has protection or not.

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(We're almost at the big dungeon, I'm a little excited, I should be able to write quite a bit more tomorrow.)

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Chapter Sixty-Eight: Zhelong Mountain!

The waterway from Xiangyin to Yunnan is winding and circuitous; what was originally expected to be a four-day journey took an extra day.

It wasn't until the morning of the fifth day after their departure that the group finally arrived at the previously designated location.

Here, we are less than 30 li away from Zhelong Mountain. This river does not connect to the Snake River that encircles Zhelong Mountain, so the rest of the journey can only be covered on foot.

As soon as the boat docked, Erlan came to greet us.

“Master Fang, I will wait here with my brothers. The chief told us to wait for half a month. If you don’t come out after half a month, then my brothers and I will have to go back and report.”

"Alright, then thank you for your hard work. When I come out, everyone will get a share!"

"Alright!" Erlan smiled with delight. He knew that following Fang Yun would bring him good fortune, and it was worth it for him to volunteer to lead the escort.

"Ancient Immortal Cave Water Dragon Halo..."

Standing at the bow of the ship, looking at the precipitous peaks and mountains at the end of his vision, Fang Yun took a deep breath and composed himself.

We must go all out for the trip to the tomb of King Xian.

"Brother Fang, when shall we depart?"

Seeing Fang Yun gazing at the mountains around Zhelong Mountain, Partridge Whistle assumed that Fang Yun, like him, was eager to go down into the tomb, and asked him a question with some excitement.

"Now."

"Grab your weapons and ammunition, let's go!"

After replying with a smile, Fang Yun walked towards the large crates containing weapons.

This time, we must have plenty of weapons and ammunition; the more the better.

Because he and Partridge Whistle both preferred handguns that were easy to carry and could be used with one hand, Chen Yulou prepared all kinds of handguns for them, countless bullets, and a large box of grenades.

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After a moment of deliberation, Fang Yun chose the same twenty-shot mirror magazine as Partridge Whistle. The magazine capacity of this gun was large enough, holding a full twenty rounds.

As for his M500 revolver, he ran out of bullets in the Dragon Ridge Caves and doesn't have any replacements for the time being. He can try to make a batch himself when he has some free time.

However, it doesn't really matter. After all, if a pistol can handle something, a less powerful one can still do the same. But if a pistol can't handle something, then using a machine gun would be pointless.

After packing up their equipment and supplies, Fang Yun greeted Erlan and the other Unloading Ridge Warriors, then led Partridge Whistle and his two fellow disciples ashore and into the forest beside the river.

"Fang Yun... isn't he being overly cautious? Carrying so many weapons will slow down our journey considerably."

As soon as we entered the jungle, the old foreigner at the back of the group asked a question out of curiosity.

At Fang Yun's insistence, the four-man team carried a full ten 20-shot mirror-finish magazines, plus more than a hundred extra magazines. Fang Yun even carried a large bag of grenades on his person.

If outsiders saw this, they would think they were going to war.

Fang Yun didn't turn around, but simply said, "Do you know what the three great evil spells of southern Yunnan are written on the back of the human skin map?"

"It's not that clear on the map..."

The old foreigner stammered twice, but couldn't answer a single word.

At this moment, Partridge Whistle said calmly:

"King Xian was proficient in the three great evil arts of southern Yunnan: [unclear text - possibly a specific type of evil art], [unclear text - possibly a specific type of evil art], and [unclear text - possibly a specific type of evil art]!"

"The use of Gu poison and black magic requires the practitioner to perform it personally. Now that the King Xian is dead, what we need to worry about is the Gu poison he left behind. I have never seen it with my own eyes."

"Since Brother Fang has mentioned the three great evil arts, he must be aware of their dangers. The weapons we were given are likely intended to deal with the [illegible characters] left behind by the King of Xian."

Upon hearing Partridge Whistle's words, Fang Yun's expression hardened, and he nodded.

"Generally speaking, Gu poison is a type of insect poison, black magic is a type of insect curse, and [the text abruptly ends here, likely due to an incomplete sentence or missing information]!"

"To raise insects, you need to use living people. Carve shrimp-slaying talismans on the living people to seal their souls. Then inject the insect eggs into the living people's bodies, using their blood, flesh and soul to nourish the insect eggs."

"After the insect eggs have completely devoured the flesh, bone marrow, and even the soul and spirit of a human body, they leave behind a human skin. The insects remain dormant within this skin for over a thousand years. Once the skin is broken and the insect eggs come into contact with the air, they will instantly transform into a demon!"

"And...they are diverse, and people can even be considered as 'Gui' or 'Shakespeare'."

"When King Xian poured all the nation's resources into building his mausoleum, what do you think he would do with the artisans and slaves who built it after it was completed?"

Upon hearing this, the three people behind Fang Yun felt a chill run down their spines, finding it hard to believe.

It's no wonder that such cruel insect-raising techniques are called evil arts.

According to Fang Yun's interpretation, that means there might be countless spirits within the tomb of the King of Xian, each possessing a spirit crafted using the Shengxing technique.

In other words, there might be tens of thousands of zongzi (rice dumplings) in the tomb of King Xian!

Perhaps it's far more than that... After all, King Xian could have swept through countless villages and towns near Zhelong Mountain and dragged all those people to build his tomb.

Seeing the increased seriousness on the three faces, Fang Yun smiled inwardly, then said softly:

"However, you don't need to worry too much about this. The ants should not dare to approach my blood."

"However, we still need to be extra careful after entering the tomb. My blood... isn't inexhaustible."

"The reason we brought so many guns and ammunition is to deal with any potential enemies we might encounter!"

Upon hearing this, the three brothers, Partridge Whistle and his fellow disciples, relaxed for a moment, but their vigilance towards the tomb of the King of Xian increased several times over.

"Let's go. Try to enter Zhelong Mountain around noon. That's when the poisonous miasma inside is weakest and there are the fewest poisonous insects."

After giving a greeting, Fang Yun quickened his pace.

The reason for revealing these things in advance was to raise the awareness of the three individuals.

It's always better to be prepared for danger and survive a major battle than to underestimate the enemy and lose your life.

............

The group of four walked quickly, and in less than three hours they arrived at the foot of Zhelong Mountain.