Joining Tiandao Company: Starting by mending a zombie world

"Senior brother!" the old foreigner exclaimed anxiously, "They don't seem to be behaving themselves..."

"It's alright, just try to avoid conflict." Partridge Whistle interrupted him, then looked at Hua Ling: "Hua Ling, you stay outside to provide backup."

As he spoke, he gave Hua Ling a look.

Hua Ling glanced at Yu Chuda and made a confident gesture, "Don't worry, Senior Brother, dealing with that idiot will be a piece of cake."

Partridge Whistle glared at her and whispered, "I didn't tell you to deal with him, just keep an eye on him."

Hua Ling pouted and said "Oh".

After discussing the matter openly and honestly, both sides decided to go down into the cave.

Partridge Whistle looked at Chu Sheng:

"Everyone has their own expertise. I, the Mountain Moving Taoist, am skilled in locating burial sites, deciphering mechanisms, and also have some methods for dealing with evil spirits in tombs."

"Since you are proficient in Taoist arts, you may be able to deal with any evil magic or strange techniques that the Japanese devils might have left behind."

"Once inside the tomb, the treasures the Japanese hid are yours; anything our faction needs from the tomb is ours. How about that?"

Knowing what the three men wanted, Chu Sheng nodded almost without hesitation and said, "Very good."

Partridge Whistle was taken aback; he hadn't expected Chu Sheng to be so decisive. He stretched out his hand and said, "Deal."

As they shook hands, Partridge Whistle's palm was rough and heavy, and Chu Sheng was secretly surprised to find that he was still inferior to him in strength.

"There's no time to lose." Partridge Whistle turned and walked towards the cave entrance. "Old foreigner, scout ahead."

"Understood!" The old foreigner put away his dagger, took a uniquely shaped short-handled pickaxe from his back, and carefully cleared away the vines and pebbles at the entrance of the cave.

Yu Chuda took out several yellow talismans from his pocket and handed them to Chu Sheng:

"Junior brother, these are the 'corpse-suppressing talisman' and 'evil-dispelling talisman' drawn by Master. Keep them close to your body."

Chu Sheng took the talisman and nodded to Yu Chuda.

Soon, the old foreigner had cleared the entrance to the cave.

The cave entrance was deep and extended downwards, and it was pitch black inside; even a flashlight couldn't reach the bottom.

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The old foreigner took out a cold cigarette, lit it by tapping it against the stone wall, and threw it in.

The cold fireworks emitted a pale light, swirling and falling, illuminating a steep, downward-sloping stone staircase.

The stone steps were slippery and covered with moss, with rough rock walls on both sides.

"Follow me," Partridge Whistle said in a deep voice, taking the lead into the darkness. The old foreigner followed closely behind, and Chu Sheng followed without saying a word.

After walking about ten meters, a fork in the road appeared ahead.

"stop."

Partridge Whistle, who was walking at the front, suddenly raised his hand, squatted down to examine the situation, and after a moment, turned around and said:

"There are drag marks on the left, they're fresh, while the right side has a stronger yin energy."

"Let's go to the left first and find what we need."

Chu Sheng and the old foreigner didn't speak, they just nodded, and followed the drag marks to the left.

The passage gradually widened.

Finally, we arrived at a natural cave chamber of about thirty square meters.

The moment the firelight illuminated the cave, everyone gasped.

In the center of the cave, more than twenty wooden crates were neatly stacked!

The boxes varied in size, and some even had Japanese labels with the words "medical supplies" and "food" faintly visible.

"It was here after all..."

Chu Sheng was overjoyed. He slowly walked to the wooden box and used his dagger to pry open a box with a medical label.

The lid was lifted, revealing neatly stacked glass bottles and foil packets inside.

"Sulfonamide powder, alcohol, bandages... and quinine! These are all emergency medications!"

Then, several more boxes were opened, containing canned goods, compressed biscuits, and even several bags of rice.

Partridge Whistle glanced at the medicine and food, his eyes landing on the fork in the road to the right. "The treasure should be over there."

He looked at Chu Sheng and asked, "Are you still going?"

With these first-aid supplies, Chu Sheng's trip was already worthwhile.

However, his main purpose in coming here was to make some extra money, so he naturally wouldn't back down. He nodded.

"certainly."

Without further ado, Partridge Whistle said "Let's go" and began to explore the fork in the road on the right.

The fork in the road on the right is a staircase leading downwards.

Two blurry stone beasts stood at the entrance of the stairs, but their exact appearance was not clear due to the dim light.

"Look there."

The old foreigner lowered his voice and pointed to the ground next to the entrance of the stairs, where some messy footprints were scattered.

"Various shades, some new and some old."

Be careful.

Partridge Whistle stood up and gestured for the old foreigner to take the lead.

The old foreigner took out a small leather pouch from his pocket, poured some powder into his palm, and gently blew it towards the steps.

The powder drifted, and in the dim light, tiny, extremely fine threads could be vaguely seen reflecting a faint glow in the air.

"The threads connect to the mechanism."

As he spoke, he was about to use the tip of his dagger to sever several key threads.

"Wait!" Chu Sheng suddenly called out.

Partridge Whistle and the old foreigner were taken aback and turned to look at Chu Sheng.

Chu Sheng walked to the edge of the stone chamber, ran his fingers across the rough stone surface, and touched a protruding round stone on the rock wall.

Press it down hard.

"Click".

A slight click of a mechanism.

On the rock face, a rock the size of a washbasin is recessed inward, revealing a dark hole behind it.

The entrance to the cave is small, only allowing one person to pass through by bending over.

"It's a tomb raider's tunnel!" The old foreigner's eyes lit up. "It's very professionally constructed; it should lead directly to the bottom of the tomb chamber!"

Partridge Whistle stepped forward to inspect the site and nodded, saying, "The person who dug this hole is a master; the route they chose is very tricky."

Chu Sheng frowned: "Could the people who dug this tunnel have taken the tomb owner's belongings with them?"

Upon hearing this, both Partridge Whistle and the old foreigner were taken aback.

Yes, a master who can dig such an ingenious tunnel has no reason to leave empty-handed.

Unless he encounters something inside that forces him to give up.

Or perhaps he took away the most essential things, leaving behind only what he considered unimportant.

A look of seriousness flashed in Partridge Whistle's eyes. He gritted his teeth and muttered to himself, "Since we're here, let's go down and take a look."

After saying that, he once again took the lead and walked downhill.

The tunnel wasn't far; it spiraled downwards for about twenty meters.

After jumping out of the tomb robber's hole, the group found themselves in a narrow tomb passage.

The tomb passage is flanked by walls made of blue bricks, and the ground is paved with square bricks, covered with a thick layer of dust.

This place is even colder and darker than the stone chamber we just left. In the flashlight beam, I can see the white breath I exhale.

Partridge Whistle made a shushing gesture, pressed himself against the wall, and slowly moved forward.

Then, a clear sound of fingernails scraping against rocks rang out.

Partridge Whistle pointed to the corner of the tomb passage ahead and opened his mouth, "It's over there..."

He took a deep breath and suddenly shone the flashlight beam at the corner!

The moment the light illuminated the tomb passage, Chu Sheng saw four or five figures dressed in tattered Japanese soldier uniforms, with withered, grayish-white skin and long, black fingernails, wandering aimlessly.

Their eye sockets were deep-set, with only two points of eerie green light inside.

It made unconscious "hoarse" sounds, and its fingernails occasionally scratched the wall, leaving white marks.

At the feet of these white zombies lay broken wooden boxes and scattered silver coins and jewelry.

Deeper inside, at the end of the tomb passage, there appears to be an even larger burial chamber.

Treasure!

Chu Sheng was overjoyed; it seemed the risk he had taken was worthwhile!