This Taoist priest is so unprofessional!

The head of the ghostly general twisted at an illogical angle, making a creaking sound.

The empty eye sockets stared intently at the boulder where the two were hiding.

A chilling, bone-chilling killing intent instantly enveloped them.

That murderous aura was so solid it seemed to solidify, like countless ice needles piercing deep into a person's soul.

Zhang Chen's face immediately turned even uglier than if he had eaten a bitter herb.

He reacted extremely quickly, flipping his hand to pull out a "Five Thunder Talisman" from his pocket and holding it between his fingers.

The cinnabar runes on the talisman paper, under the pale moonlight, faintly exuded a fierce and domineering aura.

"Oh my god."

Zhang Chen lowered his voice and squeezed out a curse through gritted teeth.

"How can a dead person have such good hearing?"

Wang Xiaoer didn't dare to breathe too loudly; the breath he had finally managed to take was now being held back.

Under extreme tension, his mind went blank, with only one last thought echoing wildly within him.

"You can't see me! You can't see me! Get away from me!"

But the ghostly general just stared at the boulder, motionless, as if confirming something.

The ghostly soldiers in front of him also stopped, and hundreds of empty eyes stared at him.

The valley was deathly silent; even the wind had stopped.

Time seemed to stretch out infinitely, and every second was agonizing.

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Zhang Chen had already prepared for the worst; if the general made any further unusual moves, he would throw out the Five Thunder Talisman between his fingers without hesitation.

At this critical moment.

"Clatter".

Above the cliff, a rock that had been weathered for a long time suddenly fell off without warning.

The rock wasn't big, only about the size of a fist. It rolled down and landed with a "thud" on another rock not far away.

The sound was exceptionally loud in the silent valley.

The sound was like a switch being turned on.

The head of the ghostly general, in the same stiff posture, creaked and turned back to face forward.

The entire army of ghost soldiers once again marched forward in perfect unison.

The rustling sound of armor rubbing together and the heavy footsteps resumed as they gradually disappeared into the thick fog at the end of the valley, like a gray phantom.

Until the last ghostly soldier's silhouette completely disappeared.

Zhang Chen's body went limp, and he collapsed onto the ground.

"Oh my god."

Zhang Chen wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and cursed with lingering fear.

"I was so suffocated, I almost fought those old fogies to the death."

Wang Xiaoer was panting heavily, his chest heaving violently.

"What...what just happened?"

His voice was still trembling slightly.

Zhang Chen let out a long sigh of relief, got up from the ground, and patted the dirt off his backside.

He stared in the direction where the ghostly soldiers had disappeared, a thoughtful glint in his eyes.

"I see."

Zhang Chen slapped his thigh, a knowing look on his face.

"This is not a ghost with its own consciousness, nor is it any kind of military spirit or evil aura."

He paused, organized his thoughts, and then explained.

"It's more like an 'image,' a special magnetic field of the earth that 'recorded' the scene of this army going on a campaign or patrol hundreds of years ago."

"It's like an old-fashioned videotape; once triggered by some event, it will play on a loop here again and again."

Wang Xiaoer was somewhat bewildered: "Image? Videotape?"

"That's right!" Zhang Chen snapped his fingers. "It's a kind of energy imprint. They don't have intelligence; they just follow fixed routes and react instinctively to their surroundings."

"For example, strong sounds and lights, or the energy fluctuations that I just generated when I was about to activate the Five Thunder Talisman, will attract their 'attention'."

"The sound of that rock falling was much louder than the noise of two grown men hiding here, so their attention was diverted."

At this point, Zhang Chen couldn't help but glance at the fallen stone, and then at Wang Xiaoer.

He clicked his tongue in amazement.

"Your luck is absolutely incredible."

With the crisis averted, both of them felt a lingering sense of fear.

But then, an even greater excitement welled up inside me.

The sheer scale of the ghostly soldiers passing through this place demonstrates the extraordinary and high status of this ancient tomb.

"Let's go, let's follow them and see."

Zhang Chen couldn't wait any longer.

"The place where they eventually disappeared must be the core where the yin energy of the entire mountain gathers, and it must also be the key to the ancient tomb."

Without further hesitation, the two set off immediately, following the direction in which the ghostly soldiers had disappeared.

As we passed through the misty valley, the faint sound of rushing water could be heard ahead.

After clearing away the last patch of bushes blocking their path, the two found themselves in a bright and open space.

A waterfall, four or five meters high, cascaded down the cliff like a white ribbon, flowing into a bottomless, icy pool below.

The air was filled with mist, which shimmered with a hazy silver light under the moonlight.

The traces of the ghostly soldiers ended abruptly here.

"Wow, I didn't expect you guys to have a waterfall here, it's just a bit small." Zhang Chen looked around.

Wang Xiaoer's gaze was also drawn to the waterfall.

He used to come here to play at this waterfall when he was a child; there's nothing special about it.

But at this moment, he could clearly feel that the purest and most concentrated Yin energy was seeping out from the mountain wall behind the waterfall.

"Behind the waterfall," Wang Xiaoer said confidently, pointing to the curtain of water.

Zhang Chen's eyes lit up upon hearing this.

He picked up a stone and threw it with all his might.

The stone passed through the curtain of water without making a sound like it was hitting the mountain wall. Instead, it made a "thud," as if it had fallen into a hole, leaving only a dull echo.

"There's definitely something fishy going on!"

Zhang Chen rubbed his hands excitedly and took the lead in walking towards the waterfall.

The moment you pass through the water curtain, the scene before your eyes changes abruptly.

Behind the waterfall was a huge cave.

"Hmm? There used to be a small pit behind this, how come it's like this now..." Wang Xiaoer was a little surprised.

He quickly discovered the reason: the cave floor was littered with soil and broken granite, indicating that it had been recently expanded.

Deep inside the cave, instead of the rugged mountain cave one might imagine, there was a huge mountain wall that had been polished to an exceptionally smooth surface.

In the very center of the mountain wall stands a huge double stone gate!

The stone gate is about ten meters high and nearly five meters wide. It is carved from a single piece of dark blue-green boulder and has a magnificent presence.

The door is carved with countless intricate animal patterns. The monsters have blue faces and fangs, and their ferocious appearance makes them seem as if they might break free from the stone door at any moment.

A desolate, ancient, and domineering aura swept over us.

"Goodness..."

Zhang Chen tilted his head back and muttered to himself.

"This scale, this ambition... the person buried here might not just be a king or general, but perhaps even an emperor!"

His gaze fell directly above the stone gate.

There, an ancient seal script, written in a vigorous and elegant style, is engraved.

The characters are simple and ancient, yet the strokes reveal a sharp and ruthless spirit.

After a long time of scrutiny, the excitement and agitation on Zhang Chen's face gradually faded, replaced by a solemn expression.

He read it out slowly and deliberately, word by word.

"Those who trespass... will have their lineage cut off and be condemned to eternal damnation."