Ancient tomb excavation traces

Just as he was filled with worry, the ancestor took out his crossbow and fired a shot, which pierced Sima Yan's forehead. However, after Sima Yan's body seemed to have just been reborn, it took him a while to adapt, and his legs became steadfast. He only tilted his head back slightly, then looked at us with a half-smile, an expression that was far more terrifying than his fierce glare.

The four witches, seeing that we had offended their god, turned back and glared at us with venomous hatred, preparing to fight. But at that moment, something horrifying happened: the ancient corpse seized the head of one of the witches and decapitated her.

I stared at the bloody scene before me, my mind going completely blank. Even Chen Yi was dumbfounded, exclaiming, "Holy crap, are they fighting amongst themselves while huddled under the covers?"

Of the other three surviving priestesses, one delicate-looking one's expression suddenly changed. She stared blankly at the head that had rolled to her feet, screamed, and rushed forward to hug it, tears streaming down her face. The other two priestesses, however, showed no grief at the sight of their companion's corpse, as if they had lost their minds, still gazing at Sima Yan with boundless reverence.

Seeing this, the ancestor pondered for a moment, then turned around and retrieved the three arrows that were stuck in the strange man's body. He fired two more arrows at him, but the man's forehead, now a sitting duck, remained unmoved. He pulled the arrows out of his forehead, leaving two large, bloody holes.

Bao Cai was no longer calm. He exclaimed, "He can't be killed! He can't be killed at all!"

This was all done in an instant. How could a dead person have such strength? I was horrified, but then I saw the delicate-looking witch on the ground trembling and constantly moving backward... Clearly, she hadn't expected the person she had just been worshipping to be so ruthless.

"He's become a bloodthirsty, malevolent person!" The young Taoist took the Mongolian knife from my hand and said, "We can't let him kill anymore. The more he kills, the stronger the murderous aura emanating from him becomes, and then he'll be difficult to deal with."

The old ancestor nodded and said, "I tried shooting three arrows between his eyebrows, but it didn't kill him. In my opinion, if you stab him a hundred or eighty holes in his flesh, he'll be turned into mincemeat, and he probably won't be so fierce anymore!"

The young Taoist priest and the old ancestor exchanged a glance, said nothing more, and leaped forward. The old ancestor swept his hand across the ancient corpse's legs, while the young Taoist priest, taking advantage of the corpse's loss of balance, controlled its body and thrust his knife straight at its throat. Just as he was about to strike a second time, Sima Yan, with his red eyes fixed intently on the young Taoist priest, silently reached out and aimed at the top of his head. I immediately thought of the saying "touching the top of the head turns a corpse into a spirit," and, suppressing my fear of Sima Yan, rushed forward and shoved the young Taoist priest aside.

But I was unlucky. I thought that after I bumped into the little Taoist priest, I would fall down due to inertia, but who knew that as soon as I lost my balance, a strong hand grabbed my leg. I kicked back and forth a few times, like a frog being caught.

Sima Yan's fingernails were digging deeper into my leg, causing me excruciating pain. Just then, Chen Yi shouted and shone the precious mirror he had gathered onto Sima Yan's face. Although it was a solar eclipse, a faint light still shone through, striking Sima Yan's contorted face and producing a sizzling sound. I could see small, dark holes around his face, clearly burned. Taking advantage of this, I kicked his hand away and gave Chen Yi a thumbs up. But to my surprise, the young Taoist priest behind Chen Yi raised his knife and slashed at him horizontally.

I yelled, and in the blink of an eye, the ancestor fired the last crossbow bolt at the Mongolian knife held by the young Taoist priest. With a clang, the knife fell to the ground. Chen Yi, unaware of what had happened, turned to look at the young Taoist priest, his face filled with terror.

The young Taoist's eyes were red-rimmed, and most of the exposed jade was corroded by black energy, making him look like a demon. He and Sima Yan slowly approached us, while the ancestor pulled Chen Tiao back step by step, saying to me, "This is troublesome. The young Taoist is tainted with evil energy, and coupled with his encounter with the ancient corpse's red eyes, his condition has completely deteriorated."

Faced with this situation, I bit my lip, telling myself I had to stay calm. Controlling my indescribable emotions, I steadied my breathing and asked my ancestor, "What do we do now? What if his condition worsens?"

The young Taoist priest was our savior, risking his life to help us in countless dangers. We were not related, only met by the stream, but now we are sworn brothers, bound by life and death. Bao Cai once said, "The Little Celestial Master is a divine soldier sent by heaven to save us." Now this divine soldier has fallen into the dark abyss for our sake, and I am extremely anxious. The Ancestor looked at the two of them and said, "Knock them out first, no matter what!"

When our ancestor offered this flimsy solution, I was stunned for a moment. Then, I realized that his approach was always so simple and direct, without a trace of complexity. Indeed, swords have no eyes; we couldn't hurt the young Taoist priest, nor could we let him hurt us. Confused was the most effective solution at the moment.

"Damn it, I can't do it. I'd better go deal with Old Monster Sima. Boss Feng, I'll leave the little Taoist to you!" Chen Yi was a man of great loyalty. He would never harm his own people, even if they became heinous criminals.

Seeing his injuries, I said, "Are you going to die if you can't move again?"

Chen Yi said, "The revolution is not yet successful, comrades must continue to strive!" As he spoke, he turned to Sima Yan, seemingly ready to fight to the death. At this moment, Bao Cai, who had been keeping his distance, snatched the bronze mirror from his hand and said, "Let me use this treasure too!"

Bao Cai's meaning was clear: Chen Yi had two fatal wounds, and if he moved again, he might not see the sun rise the next day. Although the two often bickered, they were brothers who had gone through thick and thin together, and they couldn't just stand by and watch the other go into danger.

When he's in good spirits, Old Chen would never let anyone do what he needs to do. It seems he's just trying to keep up because he's worried we won't have enough manpower. But hearing Bao Cai step forward, Chen Cai, feeling smug, said, "Fine, I'm only strong enough to swat an ant right now. Use it well, but don't break it!"

Bao Cai held the bronze mirror, his hands trembling. He was filled with righteous indignation, and he probably regretted taking on this hot potato. But even so, he still straightened his back in the end.

Seeing this, the ancestor smiled, seemingly pleased with Bao Cai's self-sacrificing actions. He handed the red copper to me, saying, "I'll go knock out the little celestial master first; you hold him off for a while!" Then, as if remembering something, he turned back and added, "Don't meet the ancient corpse's eyes, or you'll be possessed!"

I swallowed hard, nodded, and took the red copper, feeling a sudden warmth in my body. Just then, two mystical witches stood before Sima Yan, seemingly ready to serve their lord! However, the pretty witch who had fallen to the ground remained dazed and confused.

The witch whose nose was broken by Bao Cai faced him and said something righteous and indignant, but it was unclear from her rebuke that she wanted that pretty girl to deal with us.

However, the girl's eyes were brimming with tears as she clutched the dead witch's head, shaking her head as if resisting something. At this moment, Lan Quexi, sitting beside Chu Ba, said, "That one who died tragically was her sister!"

Suddenly I understood the reason for the stark contrast between her attitude and that of those people. It was probably the death of her loved one that had awakened her clouded mind, and her ideals had crumbled...

However, we didn't have time to think too much. Sima Yan, whose joints had been cracking, had just undergone another transformation. His clothes, along with the outer layer of transparent skin, were wrinkled and, upon closer inspection, turned out to be human skin! The burns on his face caused by the light of the bronze mirror had disappeared during the second molting. Only the wound on his forehead, which had been pierced by three holes, could not be repaired.

I felt a wave of nausea. Sima Yan's body had turned the color of Hetian jade, his skin a grayish-red hue, like jade filled with blood! Bao Cai said regretfully, "This person is too strange, could I..."

Before he could finish speaking, two witches rushed towards us with sharp knives in their hands! The bronze mirror was fine for dealing with evil spirits, but it was completely useless against people. In his haste, Bao Cai was too nervous and failed to draw his knife twice. However, as the saying goes, even ghosts can't beat a swift arrow. Seeing that the situation was not good, Bao Cai rolled on the spot and dodged the attack of the witch with the broken nose.

My situation wasn't much better. The cold-faced shrine maiden swung her sword straight at my neck. I quickly leaned back, inwardly thanking Xue Wei a hundred times over. If he hadn't taken me to combat training, that ruthless blow would probably have killed me. Although hitting women isn't exactly appropriate, these women weren't normal people, and there was no need to follow gentlemanly conduct and risk my life to act like a gentleman. Taking advantage of her swinging her sword, I leaned forward and raised my foot towards her abdomen, but at that moment, a large, cold white hand passed through the cold-faced shrine maiden's lower back and grabbed my foot.

The cold-faced shrine maiden's eyes widened, she gasped in surprise, and stared blankly down at her stomach, her eyes filled with disbelief. Sima Yan's figure loomed beneath the hole above, radiating a powerful, murderous aura; his hands were covered in blood.

Before the cold-faced witch could realize that her entire life had been wasted on a vicious man, Sima Yan's other hand pierced through her abdomen, tearing her in half.

In an instant, blood splattered all over my legs, and I felt my stomach churn and my mouth taste sour. The scene before me was too gruesome. I stood there on one leg, dumbfounded, my mind blank, almost forgetting that I was still in the hands of the ancient corpse.

At this moment, apart from the old ancestor being too busy fighting the young Taoist to pay attention, everyone present was extremely astonished, including the woman whose bayonet was stuck in Bao Cai's sharkskin.

The delicate-looking shrine maiden finally broke down upon seeing this scene. She stepped forward, grabbed the hand of the shrine maiden with the broken nose, and said in Chinese, "We were all wrong...we were all wrong..."

However, the witch with the broken nose still couldn't believe that the god she worshipped would turn against her own people. Her expression changed, and she slapped the pretty witch across the face. She laughed foolishly, loudly, and desperately. After laughing, she looked dejectedly at the ancient corpse in front of me, placed the knife against her own neck, and with a swift stroke, committed suicide.

A streak of hot blood splattered onto the delicate-looking shrine maiden's face. She wiped it away quietly, as if the commotion in the world had nothing to do with her.

Seeing this, I was horrified. Only then did I realize my predicament. I struggled violently, but Sima Yan just stared at me with a forced smile. I dared not meet his eyes, and could only endure the feeling of my legs being stretched and about to be dislocated. I screamed in excruciating pain. Suddenly, a rusty red figure used its shoulder to forcefully push away the ancient corpse's hand that was holding me. The figure then spun around, its twin swords flashing, forcing the ancient corpse to retreat.

"Eighth Master!" I watched Chu Ba wield his twin swords, my heart surging. Having broken free from Sima Yan's grasp, my feet ached so much I couldn't put weight on them, and I immediately lost my balance, swaying from side to side.

Seeing this, Chen Yi came over and helped me up, saying, "Oh dear, I was so anxious watching you, I had no choice but to put all the Tiger Balm on Eighth Master's lips."

Only after Chen Ting mentioned it did I notice that Chu Ba's lips were slightly swollen and red! Bao Cai also retreated to my side at this time, muttering, "If you had a magic weapon, you should have used it earlier. Why wait until our young master's leg was almost torn off before thinking of summoning a divine weapon!"

Chen Yi couldn't stand Bao Cai's sarcastic remarks and was about to get into it when Bao Cai, without looking at me directly, asked, "Young Master, is your leg alright? Can you move it?"

Chen Tiao scoffed in displeasure, saying, "You're shameless, still pretending to be deaf and dumb!"

I tried to step on the ground a few times, but only felt a sharp pain. Fortunately, Chu Ba intervened in time, and the leg was saved. But thinking back, Sima Yan is really something. In my mind, "tearing someone apart with bare hands" was something that only happened in movies. I never thought I would see it with my own eyes today, right in front of me.

I glanced at the delicate-looking witch, who sat before the suicidal witch, her tears dried up. Lan Quexi stood beside me, looking at her and saying, "I'm afraid she'll end up like that person, unable to think straight..." Without hesitation, she walked over, helped the girl up, and said, "Things have come to this, if you're alive, you must keep going... Since you're in the ancient tomb, you should know my identity and what I've been through."

The elegant shrine maiden nodded, and the two stood together, sharing a sense of sympathy.