Ancient tomb excavation traces

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I sensed he was going to drain my yang energy, so I tried my best to turn my head to the side. Bao Cai couldn't move easily up the tree, but he still raised his knife and slashed at me. However, a ghost army is a ghost army after all. With one slash from Bao Cai, his face was split in two, and then quickly came back together, looking extremely evil! He moved his neck, staring at Bao Cai with a fierce look in his eyes.

Bao Cai was startled, and then he heard someone shout from above, "Liu Zi! Quickly use my Candlelight Mirror!"

I recognized the voice as Chen Yi's, and my hazy consciousness suddenly snapped back to reality: "Damn it, there wasn't a soul up there just now. When did he learn to become invisible?" My mind went blank for a moment, and I suddenly realized that we had been trapped in a ghostly formation. The reason Bao Cai and I didn't see Chen Yi was because we had encountered something similar to being trapped in a ghost wall? He had been blocked by some invisible, sinister force!

The only thing that can save me now is the "Mirror of Illumination," but I am cold all over and my body is possessed by a ghost. How can I take the bronze mirror that is in my bosom?

In a moment of desperation, I forced myself to calm down and shouted briefly at Bao Cai, "Shave, shave some more!"

Upon hearing this, Bao Cai paused for a moment, then realized what I meant. He swung his sword at the ghost soldier's head again. Taking advantage of the moment when his face hadn't solidified and my grip loosened, I regained my balance, took out a bronze mirror from my robes, and tossed it to Bao Cai. He caught it, but lost his footing and almost dropped the mirror along with him. Fortunately, he grew up in the mountains and loved climbing trees and raiding bird nests, so he was like a man on flat ground in the trees and quickly regained his balance.

He steadied himself, raised the bronze mirror towards the thing behind me, and saw a beam of light shooting straight towards it. Suddenly, a heart-wrenching scream rang in my ears, and the cold, sinister power attached to my neck vanished instantly. The ghostly soldier grabbed his burning cheek, wisps of smoke rising from it, and then he disappeared with a bang.

I clutched my neck, coughed violently a few times, and shakily clung to a tree branch. At that moment, I was chilled to the bone; apart from the piercing, cold pain, I felt nothing else. Bao Cai came over to help me, but his hand recoiled the moment it touched my skin. He exclaimed, "Young Master, you're like a statue!"

I waved my hand, afraid of implicating him, and said weakly, "Don't say anything more. I'm filled with yin energy; I'll be a dead man anyway. Stay away from me..."

To my surprise, Bao Cai moved closer to me without saying a word and said, "I still have some warmth from being alive. If I get closer to you, you won't die right away, will you?"

Although I was freezing cold, Bao Cai's words warmed my heart considerably. As he spoke, I saw a dark figure standing in the churning fog, surrounded by a vast army—it was Sima Yan! This evil spirit, which had been dormant for hundreds of years, had finally broken free of its original form. He stared at me, and I knew that he had chosen me, so I tensed up immediately.

His eyes glowed with an eerie red light as he spoke coldly. Bao Cai stared at him, his voice trembling, "This old monster Sima... could he be casting a curse on us? Like being condemned to eternal damnation, never to live again, or having our whole family die—"

Before he could finish speaking, his words were drowned out by the howling wind below. The ghostly soldiers surged forward with the force of a thousand horses. Seeing the situation was dire, I shouted urgently to Bao Cai, "Get out of here! Get out of here!" But seeing the menacing ghosts approaching, Bao Cai froze in terror. I shoved him anxiously, saying, "Damn it, what are you standing there for! Run!"

Bao Cai was particularly sensitive to the word "sister." He straightened up and came to his senses. Just as the two of us were about to go up, we suddenly saw a round, dark shadow fall from between a few branches and land in front of us with a "thud." My hair stood on end. Upon closer inspection, the round thing turned out to be Miss Chu's head!

"Damn it, you ghost soldiers are ghost soldiers. You give us a taste of our power before the battle, to dampen our spirits!" I thought to myself. I saw Miss Chu's head hanging on a branch. Her neck had been cut by a ghostly blade, so there was no blood. Her face glowed with a faint blue-white light in the darkness, and her bulging eyes stared at us, which was especially creepy!

Bao Cai and I nearly vomited. We'd already witnessed the grand spectacle, but seeing people we'd just had a slight connection with staring at us lifelessly made me incredibly uneasy. As the insect army crawled across her face, the dense black dots made her face appear even paler. It reminded me of the water ghosts from my childhood nightmares—their pale cheeks radiating an eerie blue light, their heads drooping like seaweed, specks of sand on their faces. I bit my lip, not wanting to die such a miserable death, and said to Bao Cai, "Damn it, let's die outside!"

When Bao Cai saw Miss Chu's face, his mental breakdown had already reached its limit. He groaned and quickly climbed up.

At this moment, our ancestors called to us from above. We clung to the tree branches, like ants on a hot plate. In this unsettling situation, the ghostly soldiers surrounding us began to gather. They floated and flew, like clothes swaying on bamboo poles, constantly swirling around us, a cacophony of howls that made it impossible to concentrate. I frantically grabbed my bronze mirror, while our ancestors brandished their swords, seemingly desperate and determined to fight one last time. But those were ghostly soldiers, malevolent spirits! How could we mortals possibly resist?

Suddenly, seven or eight ethereal, deathly soldiers blocked Bao Cai's and my path. I held up a bronze mirror to see in front, but it couldn't protect me from the left, right, and behind. Bao Cai brandished his knife and shouted wildly. The soldiers raised their bee-needle-like spears from among the tree branches and thrust them at him. I roared, holding the bronze mirror in one hand and hacking at the spears with my Mongolian knife in the other. I hacked more and more wildly, my adrenaline soaring to its peak, causing all the discomfort that had accumulated in my body and mind to explode. I was so nervous that if I didn't stop immediately, my heart might suddenly stop.

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Even with my blood boiling, the two of us were no match for the layers of ghostly soldiers surrounding us. Their blank expressions contrasted sharply with ours, sending chills down our spines. We were utterly powerless against these indestructible beings.

Bao Cai's shoulder blade was lacerated; he cried out in pain, but there was no blood. I didn't have time to get him away; despair overwhelmed me like a tsunami… My heart sank, the excitement I'd felt vanished, and my grip on the knife loosened. It seemed we were both going to die here today…

Thunder rumbled in the distance, it looked like it was going to rain... but because of the dust-repelling pearl, the mountain's eye couldn't collect rainwater, so this was a sign of impending doom from heaven...

Just when I was in utter despair, a drop of water hit my face, icy cold. Then several more drops fell. How could there be water here? I wondered. Suddenly, a white light appeared before me, and a woman slowly emerged from the darkness. In that instant, I felt a sense of déjà vu about her. She wore a deep purple, wide-sleeved, tight-fitting robe, embroidered with magnificent phoenixes. Her skirt was white, like silver moonlight spilled onto the ground, scattering shimmering pearls. I watched as she walked gracefully towards me, her long, black hair styled in a high bun, adorned with a few simple gold hairpins.

She was so beautiful! Gazing at her ethereal and charming face, I forgot my surroundings. She smiled slightly at me, her lips not moving, yet a voice echoed around me: "We meet again..."

I was utterly bewildered. Was this person a ghost? She said we'd met again. Could she be Mi Ling? No, the Mi Ling I'd seen was terrifying, but this woman's eyes were crystal clear, untouched by any worldly dust, and she looked incredibly gentle. Could I be dead already? A chill ran through me. I wanted to ask, "Are you a human or a ghost?" But no sound came out.

The beautiful woman slightly raised her eyes, and I followed her gaze. At that moment, time stood still, and the ghostly soldiers seemed frozen in place before us, like wooden figures. The ancestors were also stunned by the woman's expression. She fixed her gaze on Chu Ba—no, it should be Princess Chu. She looked at her deeply, her eyes filled with many emotions—sadness, melancholy… From her expression, I confirmed her identity: she was Princess Chu—Mi Ling, the legendary goddess who could communicate with heaven and earth.

She was like the Little Dragon Girl described in "The Return of the Condor Heroes," exuding an aura of otherworldly grace, like a celestial being, making it hard to imagine that such a fierce ancient tomb was where she resided.

I don't know when, but my throat was no longer gripped by the pressure around me, and I was able to speak. However, I couldn't say anything to Princess Chu; I just stared blankly at her.

Bao Cai, clutching his shoulder, said, "Such breathtaking beauty, no wonder Old Monster Sima was so infatuated. It's a pity she's gone. What's the point of her reappearance?" He coughed, then suddenly realized, "Ah! Could it be that, like Xiaoqian, she's bound to follow whoever has her urn? Does that mean she'll cling to Eighth Master for the rest of her life?"

Just as Bao Cai was rambling on, the rumbling thunder grew louder and louder, and the dripping water stopped being gentle and started pouring down. I stared blankly at my soaked hands. Was... was it raining? The rain was actually coming in through the mountain eye!

At that moment, the thick, heavy clouds in the sky continued to press down, leaving me utterly confused. My senses were snapped back to reality by Bao Cai's joyful shouts. His hand trembled as he pointed ahead, excitedly exclaiming, "It's scattered! It's scattered!"

I like tomb raiding.