Ancient tomb excavation traces

"Huff, huff..." I leaned against the wall, panting. A gust of wind swept up the fallen leaves on the ground, and the distant thunder grew closer and closer.

Could it really be the door that's causing this? Why do these tomb-raiding corpses move when it's open? I pondered, a chill running down my spine. I looked up abruptly, thinking: These people installed the stone door underground, and then their bodies rotted away. This confirms the curse. So what will happen next—what will happen if they're forever trapped in the underground? Will they be unable to be reincarnated? No, these thoughts are too bizarre. I stared blankly at the bald man on the ground, his head smashed, a bitter feeling rising in my heart: This journey to find Gua Pei has been truly awful. If I hadn't come, I'd probably still be carving wood in the shop in Qingzhiwu, drinking hazelnut coffee from the shop next door, and watching long-legged beauties pass by.

"Don't come any closer!" Not far away, Tie Niu brandished a machete in one hand and held Liu Hua, whose mind had been driven mad by torture, in the other. But in my opinion, these people were beasts when they were alive, and now they've become walking corpses, devoid of any human emotion. What compassion could one expect from them?

Seeing that Tie Niu had nowhere to retreat and was in a panic, I immediately squatted down and hastily took the Mongolian knife from the bald, rotting corpse, hanging it at my waist. In any case, at this juncture, a sharp knife that could draw blood was a lifesaver.

The rotting corpse in front of Tie Niu was much larger than the others. Judging from the leather jacket he was wearing, it was the man with the gun. He was a full head taller than Tie Niu and had a very burly build. If he threw a punch at me, I would lose consciousness on the spot.

The bald man's Mongolian knife must be from the Yuan Dynasty. I knew it was a treasure the moment I saw it; now it seems he probably unearthed it from a tomb. Although it's valuable, it doesn't necessarily belong to the royal family, because according to my grandfather, "secret burial" was common in the Yuan Dynasty, and none of the imperial tombs from that era have been discovered to this day. There are several types of Mongolian knives, each representing a different meaning; some even have the power to ward off evil. But I don't need any of that now; I only want it to be able to cut through iron like mud.

The rotting corpse closed in on Tie Niu, its back pressed against the wall. Liu Hua cowered in Tie Niu's arms in terror. In a flash, I lunged forward and plunged my Mongolian knife into the corpse's back. However, my deadly strike had no effect; it seemed to feel nothing. I instantly realized that this guy's flesh was already dead—no, it should be said that his mind had completely lost its will, so he felt no pain.

The situation was urgent. Tie Niu had been grabbed by the neck by the rotting corpse, and his knife was still swinging, but it was becoming increasingly weak. Liu Hua covered her mouth and screamed in terror.

I kept stabbing and stabbing... The flesh on the corpse's back was already a blur from my stabbing. But even so, he still gripped Tie Niu's throat tightly without feeling a trace of pain.

"No...stop! Stop!" I screamed in panic, warm blood splattering onto my face. In an instant, Tie Niu's neck burst open like a tomato. I stopped in terror; it was the first time I'd ever felt so powerless. At that moment, Liu Hua stopped screaming. She stared blankly at the gushing blood from Tie Niu's neck, her expression changing, and suddenly she frantically bit into the rotting corpse's flesh.

"Hey!" I called out to her in surprise, but her eyes were fixed on the corpse's face with a vicious look, like a rabid she-wolf, her eyes filled with murderous intent. The corpse expressionlessly raised its other hand and gripped her head.

"Go to hell!" I don't know where the strength came from, but I raised my foot and kicked the corpse in the kidneys. The corpse staggered back a step, and I gripped my Mongolian knife tightly, saying to Liu Hua, "Go! Get away!"

However, Liu Hua remained unmoved; her mind was no longer her own. After escaping the clutches of the demon, she picked up the Luoyang shovel from the ground and viciously lunged at the rotting corpse, channeling all her resentment into a short, powerful thrust. To be honest, her crazed appearance was somewhat frightening, as the corpse's blood was splattered everywhere, covering her cheeks.

But a woman is still a woman; despite her courage and strength in the face of resentment, she could not stop this supernatural monster. The corpse raised its head, its empty, lifeless eyes staring at the frantically screaming Liu Hua. Suddenly, it reached out and once again gripped her head.

At that moment, a blinding flash of light, accompanied by a deafening crash, descended from the sky. Blood and ripped flesh clung to his chest, and in the flashes of light, he stood there like a zombie in a movie, devoid of any emotion. As his giant hand mercilessly tightened its grip, Liu Hua writhed, groaning in agony. In a moment of desperation, I controlled my trembling hand, raised my Mongolian knife, and viciously chopped off his claw.

The rotting corpse, now without its hands, fixed its gaze on me. I felt a chill run down my spine from its blank stare and involuntarily took a step back. It approached me clumsily, step by step, a sight that sent shivers down my spine.

"Feng Liu, behind you!" Just then, Wei Zi anxiously warned me. The smell of blood swirled behind me. I realized something was wrong, so I quickly closed my eyes and thrust my body backward with all my might. The thing behind me fell to the ground with my force.

I didn't have time to look any further. I endured the pain and struggled to get up, only to find that the tall, rotting corpse in front of me had already grabbed my ankle.

"Damn it!" I kicked away the tall, rotting corpse's other hand with all my might. It was only one against two, and I didn't have eyes in the back of my head, so I didn't notice that the rotting corpse I had just knocked down was now grinning with a mouth that smelled of alcohol on the back of my head.

I gritted my teeth. Although I was surrounded by dangers, I, Feng Liu, was only twenty-six years old. It would be such a pity to die so tragically. I braced myself on the ground with one hand and calmly pulled out my Mongolian knife with the other. Then, with a quick turn, I plunged the knife accurately into the temple of the rotting corpse.

"Go to hell!" With a hint of satisfaction, I sheathed my Mongolian knife and was about to get up when I saw Wei Zi's cleaver spinning toward me and flying rapidly towards me.

"Holy crap!" I couldn't help but widen my eyes. The knife whizzed past my head, followed by a sharp crack as something fell to the ground. I turned around in horror, only to see the head of the tall, decaying corpse behind me sliced ​​off by Wei Zi's blade in an instant.

"Phew," I gasped for breath, my mouth watering. I thought to myself that I hadn't been killed by these rotting corpses yet, but I had been scared to death by my best buddy. The key thing was that after that, he even gave me a thumbs up.

"Feelings...feelings are like my own flying daggers!" I muttered, getting up exhausted. My gaze swept over the watch I was wearing. The time was 8:37 PM on November 5, 2014. A few days ago in Hangzhou, my grandmother had told me to stay in my room and do nothing on this day, because it was a day of "moon break" and this time was the hour of "day break," which was considered an inauspicious time.

The old man believed in these things, saying that the negative energy field was strong at the hour of Xu (7-9 PM), which clashed with the dragon, and he was afraid I wouldn't have a peaceful night. I didn't usually care about these things, after all, I believed in science, but what I encountered today was too bizarre, coupled with this strange weather of thunder and lightning, my heart was pounding and I was in complete turmoil.

By this time, we had dealt with seven rotting corpses and could breathe a sigh of relief. But we didn't realize this was just the beginning. I pulled the gun from the tall, rotting corpse's waist, thinking: Why did he become like this without resistance? The question of falling into the underground cave remained unanswered. When I looked again at the slightly ajar door, a pair of sinister eyes stared at me from inside. In the dim shadows, she grinned, a kind of spying that made me uneasy.

I took a step back in alarm. The lightning was getting closer and closer, seemingly about to strike us at any moment. The feeling was terrible, like we were isolated in a dead city. And in that dead city, there was a door that was drawing all our attention because it was glowing in the darkness. The light had a tainted quality to it. The hands that had been there earlier slowly crawled out, followed by hair—it was all a scene from my dream.

The stone gate glowed faintly red, and the air smelled of decay, as if a long-sealed coffin had been opened.

"What...what's going on with this airplane..." Bao Cai stared at the stone gate, bewildered.

Streaks of lightning tore the earth apart at that moment, like the veins bulging when a person is enraged. I looked up at the sky that was flashing brightly, and at the branches outside the yard that were swaying like ghosts, my heart clenching tightly.

Thunder rumbled and hissed, and the whole world was shrouded in an atmosphere of death and darkness. My legs went weak, and the stone gate not far away opened its blood-red maw as if to welcome us.

"Oh no, is it a thunderstorm?" Bao Cai exclaimed in panic.

"Thunderstorms are usually accompanied by heavy rain. This is so unusual, but there's no rain!" I stared at the ball lightning, which was glowing with an eerie green light, shooting straight down, feeling completely bewildered.

At this moment, our attention was drawn to the impending disaster, and we could no longer care about the stone door. Now, there was no other way but to escape and hide, because the heavens are something that humans cannot fight against, and we were too insignificant in the darkness.

The lightning struck quickly and with tremendous force. Our instinct was to flee to the front hall, but Chen Yu, scrambling and rolling, cried out, "This thunder was like a bomb! It won't stop until it kills us!"

The door—it was that stone door! My sixth sense told me that it must be that stone door causing the trouble. I fled into the house in a panic; I had never felt so dejected.

"This is all out of science and common sense! Damn it, how are we supposed to live?! Is God really going to make things difficult for us?!" Liu Baocai cried as he hurriedly led us into the front hall.

The lightning was so terrifying that even inside the house, there was a feeling that the house was about to be struck through. At this moment, Chen Yi suddenly shouted, "Silk, silk!" He looked around at his body, clearly having lost it in the process of fleeing.

Even worse, the ball lightning was incredibly powerful. I saw a tree not far away suddenly crackle and pop, and under that burning tree, Liu Hua was huddled there, covering her ears.

"Damn it..." I groaned inwardly. I had promised Tie Niu that I would save this girl no matter what, but now we were hiding while she was still outside. It was really not very loyal of us.

I gritted my teeth, and a figure flashed before my eyes—it was Chen Yu. When this guy likes something, he's so passionate and sincere. I followed him, while Wei Zi and Bao Cai called out to us worriedly from behind.

I've always found natural phenomena incredibly beautiful, including lightning, which reveals its captivating brilliance at night. However, beautiful things are often deadly. As I approached Liuhua, a gust of wind suddenly blew by, and I heard a hissing sound. Then, a bolt of lightning struck me directly in front of me.

In an instant, I felt like every cell in my body was about to burst. Someone shouted in worry and then suddenly grabbed my completely numb hand. As I fell to the ground, I saw that person's body bloom like an electric spark.

"Wei Zi..." I called out softly. In my eyes, which I could no longer open, I saw a strange ancient woman behind the stone gate. She was laughing, a laugh of triumph over a conspiracy.

My body began to fall, falling lower and lower. Is this the eternal abyss...? No, I'm only twenty-six years old!