Ancient tomb excavation traces

At this moment, I was about five meters above the ground, surrounded by corpses and collapsed skeletons. If I were unlucky enough to fall on one of those protruding spots, I would surely die. But I couldn't worry about that now. Flames were rising. When You Chi looked up, he saw the fire. He cursed and was about to do something, but it was too late. His charred wound broke off, and he screamed as he fell onto the corpses. Seeing a fresh, living person, the corpses swarmed over him, dragging their disgusting bodies. A hand grabbed his head. He screamed in terror and struggled to get up, but unfortunately, his thigh was pierced by a protruding rib. He couldn't move at all. Helplessly, in his utter terror, he was torn apart piece by piece. In an instant, screams of pain filled the air.

Although physically and mentally exhausted, he felt incredibly exhilarated at this moment. The people above couldn't see what was happening in the shadows. After screaming, they started loudly questioning Youchi, but poor Youchi couldn't answer them at all except scream.

As I grew increasingly drowsy amidst the pain, I heard the ancestor urgently speaking to Chen Tianzhou, followed by many people firmly echoing his words.

What are they going to do?

Just as this question flashed through my hazy mind, a silver light suddenly shot straight upwards. My waist loosened, and without warning, I plummeted downwards. In an instant, my mind cleared, and I cried out in alarm, thinking my fate would be the same as Yuchi's and Lisanna's. But then someone shouted, "Little Liuzi, don't be afraid, we're here!"

The words had barely left my mouth when I slumped onto a thick mass of flesh. At that moment, apart from the excruciating pain in my abdomen, I felt nothing else. I breathed a sigh of relief, thinking how lucky I was, and even managed to shift a few times on that pile of flesh, trying to regain my senses. But as soon as I moved, someone below cried out in pain: "Ouch, you little rascal, don't move! My... my butt!"

Hearing my ancestor's voice, I froze for a moment, then looked down. What I saw made my soul snap back to reality. It turned out that as I fell, a human cushion had been placed beneath me—the head of the Tomb Raiders Sect, my ancestor; Chen Tianzhou, the leader of the Nine Yin Sect and Chen Yi's ancestor; and…and the expressionless Zhang Banxian; Gu Cheng, a relative of Old Master Gu; and most ridiculously, Bao Cai. He must have been too late; my toe landed squarely on the back of his head. His face was buried in a pile of mangled flesh, and he was cursing me incessantly, begging me to remove my foot immediately.

Looking at the old ancestor who had just told me not to move, I guess he was the most anxious, so he pounced early. Half of the thorn that had slipped from my stomach went straight into his buttocks. If it had been a little off, I shuddered. I really can't imagine what would have happened.

Although Xiao Ba, who was the most seriously injured, didn't join the ranks of human cushions this time, he tacitly cleared away the moving corpses on the ground for his companions who were acting as human cushions. Seeing that we were all in a terrible state, the brat laughed loudly, laughing so hard that blood seeped out again.

Seeing so many people doing this for me, a warm feeling welled up inside me. After we were out of danger, everyone slowly stood up. The young Taoist priest helped me up, and the old ancestor clutched his buttocks. At this moment, the flames from the shattered demon-slaying technique landed on the dried corpse, and the sparks were about to ignite a wildfire. For the mutilated corpse on the ground, this was the best release...

Outside the hole, golden sunlight bathed the earth. Turan called out Youchi's name. Gu Cheng had translated his words; he was urging Youchi to quickly take the Soul-Stabilizing Pearl and the Dust-Avoiding Pearl and leave. This wicked old fox cared nothing for the lives of his children except for these two priceless treasures. No wonder Lisanna said she was finally free.

Looking at You Chi, he was still alive at this moment, but his face had been bitten to the bone by the corpses. The gruesome scene of blood and flesh was unbearable to look at. However, this was the retribution he deserved, as the saying goes, "greed knows no bounds."

We had originally planned to use the grappling hooks to climb the broken steps, but the steps had now collapsed and were no longer sturdy. In addition, we heard some terrifying sounds. Outside the hole, there were sharp screeching sounds from hairy, human-faced monsters. The birds had previously gone silent, so many must have been killed. They are especially vengeful, and after seeing their companions die, the survivors would surely go to find reinforcements and then come to take revenge.

The human-faced hairy demon is the totem of the Turan family. Ironically, these birds, which are now worshipped as divine birds, are crying mournfully in the sky and launching attacks on outsiders. We hear utter panic and heart-wrenching screams.

Escaping from the front is extremely dangerous. After I picked up the Soul-Stabilizing Pearl and the Dust-Avoiding Pearl, the ancestor said that ancestors had already dug up the tomb here, leaving behind a tunnel. Upon hearing this news, everyone's previously gloomy faces lit up with joyful smiles. The tunnel was undoubtedly the best escape point for us, because our predecessors would find the safest place to enter and exit, and we wouldn't have to risk going back to the sanctuary.

As we hurriedly left with our ancestors, looking back at the mutilated corpses on the ground and the agonizing screams of You Chi, we were filled with many emotions. Many people searched for ancient tombs their entire lives, only to find them in the end. Perhaps it was actually right before our eyes, but their ambition and desires blinded them to the truth.

In the end, we didn't see the greed-driven Turan. Perhaps he died outside the tomb, or perhaps an old fox like him wouldn't die. But a person who has lost his children, his righteousness, and his faith is nothing more than a wandering ghost in this world, like Gu Xiu back then. I believe that all evil deeds are not left unpunished, but rather their time has not yet come. Turan's greed will ultimately devour him.

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Under a clear, azure sky, after escaping the ancient tomb, we avoided the threats in the forest and reached a stream. Along its banks lay weathered weapons and piles of skeletons. Against this beautiful backdrop, seeing these things evoked a sense of sorrow. Some of the dried bones were headless, others were mangled beyond recognition. Looking at their tattered clothing, I thought of the Han soldiers slaughtered by the Loulan people at that stream. History, after all, has not forgotten its cruelty…

Grandpa Gu's clansmen piled the corpses of the Han soldiers together and then burned them, giving them the best possible end. As for me and all the seriously wounded, Bao Cai took care of us, cleaned our wounds, and applied herbal medicine.

When Bao Cai lifted Ba Jian's clothes, which were stuck together with blood and difficult to tear, everyone was shocked. With almost no part of his body intact, no one knew how Ba Jian had survived. His wounds were deep, some reaching the bone. Ba Jian was usually as glib as his ancestor, but true to his name, he was incredibly tough at heart. When Bao Cai was applying medicine to him with trembling hands, almost crying, Ba Jian only frowned slightly. However, judging from his grimacing expression, the excruciating pain that had plagued his body after all the battles must have been incredibly intense.

It feels so good to be alive and see the sunlight. It's just a pity that many people died in this operation. Lisanna, Akizuki, Ginse, Grandpa Gu... all the once vibrant people have become cold corpses. They can no longer see the light and can only be buried underground, sleeping forever.

Thinking about all this, I can't help but sigh at how fragile life is; even the most powerful person eventually turns to dust...

I like tomb raiding.