This Taoist priest is so unprofessional!

Zhang Chen's voice echoed in the empty cave.

Wang Xiaoer leaned over to take a look. They were all in classical Chinese, and he didn't recognize a single one of them, but he could sense the fierceness emanating from between the lines.

"What do you mean?"

"It means that whoever dares to go in will be extremely unlucky, have no descendants, and go to hell after death," Zhang Chen translated succinctly.

However, after listening, Wang Xiaoer simply said "Oh" and then reached out and patted the cold stone door.

"Who are you trying to scare? I know this trick all too well."

Zhang Chen was taken aback by his nonchalant attitude.

"Are you familiar with this place?"

"Of course I know them," Wang Xiaoer said matter-of-factly. "In our village, if anyone was worried about their watermelons being stolen, they would put up a sign by the watermelon field that said, 'The watermelons have been sprayed with pesticides; stealing them will have consequences.' It's the same principle."

Zhang Chen's lips twitched, and he was speechless.

Then, he tentatively reached out and patted the stone door a few times.

Seeing this, Wang Xiaoer couldn't help but retort, "Look at you, a Taoist priest, you don't believe in this stuff either, do you?"

Zhang Chen withdrew his hand in annoyance, then adopted a professional demeanor and snorted disdainfully.

"You think a few mere incantations can stop the Taoist priests of Longhu Mountain?"

He spoke tough, but in his heart he was thinking, "This tomb owner is too ruthless, starting with the most vicious curse."

If it really comes true, wouldn't all my skills in subduing demons and monsters be wasted?

Wang Xiaoer was even simpler; he didn't take it seriously at all.

He even felt that since the tomb was so close to his family's ancestral graves, maybe the inscriptions were left by one of his unreliable ancestors to amuse his descendants.

He walked around the huge stone gate several times, touching here and knocking there, as if he were strolling around in his own yard.

"Be careful, don't touch anything. The mechanisms in places like this are really weird," Zhang Chen warned.

Wang Xiaoer didn't turn around, but his hands didn't stop moving.

When his fingers touched the right side of the stone gate, a protruding rock that could even be described as somewhat obstructive.

"Click".

A soft sound reached their ears clearly.

Immediately afterwards, the massive stone door, weighing tens of thousands of kilograms, made a heavy rumbling sound and slowly rose upwards.

Smoke and dust filled the air, and a chilly, long-dormant air rushed in through the crack in the door.

Zhang Chen, holding a flashlight, froze on the spot, his mouth agape, wide enough to fit an egg.

He had imagined countless ways to open the door, but he never expected that the way to open the door would be just a damn simple switch.

A physical switch, right there in the open.

He understood instantly.

The tomb owner never intended to use complex mechanisms to prevent tomb robbers.

He uses people's hearts.

First, use the most vicious curse to intimidate all the intruders.

The more knowledgeable and superstitious people are about these things, the less likely they are to act rashly, and the more complicated they will think about things.

They would spend a lot of effort studying incantations, calculating formations, and searching for the secrets hidden in the carvings.

Who would have thought that the real key was this rock that everyone could see?

"Damn it... I got tricked by a dead man." Zhang Chen cursed, both laughing and crying.

The owner of this tomb was deliberately playing a trick on those who knew about these things!

Wang Xiaoer turned around, glanced at him, and grinned.

"See, I told you, sometimes thinking too complicatedly can easily get you tangled up in your own thoughts."

The stone gate rose completely, revealing a deep and dark tomb passage.

Zhang Chen flicked out a cigarette, lit it tentatively, and seeing that nothing happened, the two of them went inside one after the other.

The tomb passage is long, and the stone walls on both sides are covered with exquisite murals.

As the flashlight beam swept across, scenes from the mural came into view.

There are no gods or ghosts there, no peaceful songs and dances, only war.

A massive charge of troops, a battlefield stained with rivers of blood, a general clad in heavy armor standing on horseback with his sword drawn, and as far as the eye could see, mountains of corpses.

The entire tomb passage was filled with a cold and murderous atmosphere, as if one could still hear the sounds of clashing swords and the cries of those dying.

"The owner of this tomb must have been a ruthless and decisive person in life," Zhang Chen said in a low voice.

After passing through the long tomb passage, the view suddenly opened up ahead.

They arrived at the first main burial chamber.

This tomb chamber is extremely spacious, about the size of a basketball court, with a very high dome that cannot be reached by a flashlight.

In the very center of the tomb chamber, seven identical bronze coffins were prominently displayed.

The seven coffins were identical in style, size, and even the verdigris on them, arranged in a staggered manner according to the orientation of the Big Dipper.

Each coffin emitted a faint blue light and a chilling aura of death.

Zhang Chen's expression turned extremely solemn the moment he saw the seven coffins.

"Seven Star Suspicious Coffin..." He practically spat out those four words through clenched teeth.

"What is that?" Wang Xiaoer asked curiously.

"A deadly feng shui arrangement for burial." Zhang Chen's voice was very low.

He explained, "Of these seven coffins, only one is a true entrance to the next level. The other six are all deadly traps."

"In fact, some of them are entirely traps, and it's not impossible that the real passage is hidden elsewhere."

"If you fire the wrong arrow, it could be a poisoned arrow or thousands of poisonous insects that are aimed directly at your face."

"In short, if you open the wrong bottle, you're doomed."

Wang Xiaoer clicked his tongue in agreement.

"So poisonous? Then which one is the real one?"

"If I knew which one was real, would I be wasting my breath talking to you?" Zhang Chen retorted irritably.

He strode to the center of the tomb chamber and pulled out the Bagua compass that had failed him at the crucial moment.

He wanted to deduce the location of the only "gate of life" based on feng shui orientation and Qimen Dunjia (a form of divination).

However, the compass needle continued to spin wildly, like a drunkard, making it impossible to locate the position.

The earth's energy and magnetic field here are even more chaotic than in the valleys outside, as if an invisible hand has stirred them into a pot of porridge.

"This is weird!" Zhang Chen cursed under his breath, and put away the compass in frustration.

Just as Zhang Chen was at his wit's end and was scratching his head in frustration.

Wang Xiaoer, however, slowly walked around the seven coffins.

He finally stopped in front of the bronze coffin at the Tian Shu position, tilted his head, and stared at the coffin for a long time.

Then, he scratched his head and said to Zhang Chen with a serious expression.

"I don't know why, but I just felt... that coffin was the most pleasing to the eye."

As he spoke, he actually lifted his foot and walked directly towards the coffin.

Zhang Chen was so scared he almost lost his mind.

"Don't move!" he exclaimed, rushing forward to grab Wang Xiaoer. "This is a deadly thing! Did you think I just farted?"

However, Wang Xiaoer had already reached the coffin, and he turned back to smile at Zhang Chen.

"fine."

"I don't feel like it will hurt me."

These words were spoken casually, yet they left Zhang Chen speechless.

What kind of reason is that?

Feel?

In places like this, feeling is the most unreliable thing!

But looking at Wang Xiaoer's calm eyes, Zhang Chen inexplicably felt a little hesitant.

Yeah, this kid's luck is no joke.

In the instant Zhang Chen hesitated, Wang Xiaoer had already reached out and placed his hands on the bronze coffin lid that he found "pleasing to the eye".

"open!"

He gave a low shout, his arm muscles tensed, and he pushed hard.

The expected heavy scraping sound of the coffin lid being pushed open did not occur.

The massive bronze coffin lid remained completely still.

Zhang Chen's heart jumped into his throat.

"Holy crap! This is it, we're doomed!"

He cursed under his breath and instinctively tried to back away.