Ghost Immortal

Upon hearing this, alarm bells rang in Li Feng's mind, and he gripped the Thunder Explosion Talisman tightly.

The one-eyed old man flatly refused: "No, the coffin cannot be opened!"

The shovel was no longer listening to anyone.

His eyes were red-rimmed. He walked to the coffin, pressed his hands on the lid, and pushed it hard.

The one-eyed old man raised his hand to stop him, but he was too far away.

The shovel itself was extremely strong, and with the addition of magic, the coffin lid was pushed open, revealing the outline of the inner coffin.

Almost the instant the coffin lid slid open, the talismans on the walls of the tomb suddenly began to shake violently, as if an invisible hand was shaking them wildly.

The cinnabar runes on the talisman paper glowed with a dazzling red light, like countless flames burning fiercely on the wall.

The eight cold iron chains that locked the coffin emitted a piercing metallic scraping sound.

The talismans on the iron chains spontaneously combusted, turning into ashes in the blink of an eye, which then fell onto the coffin.

The shovel was startled by this sudden turn of events and instinctively took two steps back.

But he had already pushed open the lid of the inner coffin, creating a gap about the width of a hand, through which one could see a person in a red dress lying inside.

The fabric of the red dress was as thin as a cicada's wing, like a red mist, enveloping her slender and delicate body.

Golden silk threads embroider a phoenix spreading its wings on the hem of the skirt. The embroidery is so exquisite that the patterns on the phoenix's tail feathers are clearly visible.

The sight of her legs beneath the skirt alone was enough to amaze him.

"The tomb's occupant was actually a woman!"

The shovel cried out in surprise, then instantly relaxed its guard.

The copper seal and beads also came closer, peering through the gap in the coffin lid.

Although the one-eyed old man kept saying "Don't touch it," he couldn't help but come closer and peek through the gap with his only remaining right eye.

Li Feng stood at the entrance of the tomb chamber, about seven or eight zhang away from the coffin, unable to see what was happening through the gap.

Judging from the reactions of the four people, the female corpse in the inner coffin was obviously very well preserved, and might even be lifelike.

"There must have been other jewelry on this woman's body. The gold thread on that red dress is genuine golden silkworm silk; even a piece the size of a fingernail is worth hundreds of spirit stones!"

Iron Shovel's eyes grew increasingly bloodshot as he reached out to push the coffin lid open.

The one-eyed old man grabbed his arm and slapped him across the face: "Shovel, have you gone mad yet! A triple-locked female corpse, don't you even think about what's inside? Don't you even think about why her dress is embroidered with a phoenix?"

The shovel, however, was completely unconcerned, a lewd smile creeping onto his face: "What are you afraid of? The corpse oil candles are still burning."

"According to our tomb raiding rules, when people light candles, ghosts blow them out. As long as the candles don't go out, it means the female corpse has no resentment. Besides, we just opened the outer coffin, and nothing happened, right?"

He shook off the one-eyed old man's hand, placed both hands on the coffin lid, and pushed hard.

He pushed open the lid of the inner coffin completely.

The red wedding dress was striking, highlighting the woman's slender waist and long, smooth legs.

She placed her hands together on her lower abdomen, her ten fingers as green as scallions, her nails painted with light pink nail polish, the color still as fresh and tender as ever after all these years.

Beneath the clasped hands lay a small jade ruyi, its jade translucent and glowing with a warm, emerald-green luminescence.

Her figure was so graceful that she didn't look like a corpse, but more like a sleeping bride.

But her face was covered with a red veil.

The red veil was made of the same material as the wedding dress, with golden tassels hanging from the edges and tiny gold bells at the ends.

There was no wind in the tomb, but the golden bells emitted an extremely faint tinkling sound that made one feel dizzy.

A red veil covered her face, revealing only her pointed chin. Her skin was as white as snow, as delicate as the finest mutton fat jade, without a trace of dryness or decay.

The neckline of the wedding dress was slightly open, revealing her slender neck and the beautiful curve of her collarbone.

The burial goods inside the coffin were even more luxurious.

Beneath the woman's body lay a thick layer of spirit stones, each the size of a pigeon's egg, crystal clear.

The quality of these spirit stones is better than that of those in the stone trough.

The entire bottom of the coffin was densely covered with pieces; a rough count revealed no fewer than three hundred.

Various magical artifacts were scattered around her; it was practically a treasure trove.

The shovel's eyes were practically bulging out of their sockets.

His gaze swept from the wedding dress to the necklace, staring intently at the female corpse's fair neck and the curve of her collarbone, unable to look away.

He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

His fleshy face revealed an undisguised look of drooling.

"My goodness, this is clearly a sleeping bride!"

He licked his chapped lips and reached out to grab the crimson gold necklace on the woman's chest.

The woman with beads saw his actions and yelled, "Shovel, are you trying to get yourself killed! If you're going to take something, just take something, don't touch her!"

"What are you afraid of? How can you be so cowardly?"

Without turning his head, Tie Xiang said, "The candle is still burning. Open your eyes and look. There's not a sound. That means the female corpse is long dead. Her resentment has long since dissipated. If there were a problem, the candle would have gone out long ago."

"Humans light candles, ghosts blow them out—this is a rule passed down through generations in the tomb raiding business. How could it be false?"

Before he finished speaking, his rough, large hand had already grabbed the gold necklace.

The moment the shovel-wielding fingers touched the necklace, the shovel-wielding fingers raised an eyebrow, as if sensing that the temperature was a little off.

But greed was immediately drawn to the thumb-sized red spirit stone on the necklace pendant. He grinned nonchalantly and stuffed the necklace into his pocket.

His greedy gaze then slid to the jade ruyi lying on the female corpse's lower abdomen, and he reached out to grab it.

The woman with the beads twitched her eyelids and cursed, "Shovel, have you never seen a woman before? Taking advantage of a dead woman, aren't you afraid of retribution?"

The shovel chuckled nonchalantly and said, "What retribution? In our line of work, when haven't we been risking our lives? If God wanted to punish us, He would have done it long ago. Why wait until today?"

His hand grasped the jade ruyi, about to stuff it into his bosom, but his gaze involuntarily drifted to the female corpse's face, which was covered by a red veil.

A red veil draped with golden tassels, and tiny golden bells at the ends of the tassels tinkled softly in the windless tomb. A small, palm-sized face was hidden behind the veil.

All that can be seen is the pointed curve of her chin and a small section of her fair neck.

The less you can see clearly, the more it tantalizes you.

Iron Shovel stared at the red veil for a few moments, then suddenly reached out and pinched a corner of the veil with its thick fingertips.

"I want to see what she looks like that would make the people who sealed her go to such lengths."

The one-eyed old man's expression changed drastically, and he shouted sharply, "Stop!"

But the shovel had already gripped a corner of the red veil, and with a flick of its wrist, it lifted it up.

The moment the red veil was lifted, the talismans on the four walls of the tomb chamber exploded simultaneously.

Hundreds of talismans were ignited simultaneously, transforming into a rain of fire that fell from the sky!

The eight cold iron chains that locked the coffin snapped all at once. The talismans on the chains had long since burned to ashes, and the metal of the chains themselves twisted into a pretzel with a piercing twisting sound.

Then it exploded into fragments with a "bang," sending iron filings flying everywhere and hitting the walls of the tomb, leaving behind a dense array of deep pits!

At the same time, the flame of the corpse oil candle turned eerie green, suddenly shot up, and then abruptly went out in the next instant!