Tomb raiding: Carrying a coffin during a funeral procession, rewarded with the Dragon Elephant Prajn

"Your colleague, I suppose."

Wu Xie was slightly embarrassed. The title of "Tu Fu Zi" sounded nice, but in reality, he was still a thief, which wasn't something to be proud of.

However, looking at Wang Yueban's chubby face, he inexplicably felt a sense of goodwill towards her.

Seeing that Li Changsheng didn't care, he took out a bottle of mineral water from his backpack and went up to give the unconscious Wang Yueban a sip of water.

After drinking the water, Wang Yueban slowly woke up.

"Hey bro, what's your name? Where are your buddies? I can't see a single one of them."

"There's no one left... they've all been eaten!"

Wang Yueban sighed and recounted in detail what had happened in the past few days.

After he finished speaking, he glanced cautiously at Li Changsheng, especially at the Warring States period female puppet carrying a black coffin on Li Changsheng's back.

Perhaps sensing Wu Xie's naivety, like a recent, innocent, and somewhat naive college graduate, Wang Yueban nudged him quietly and asked in a low voice, "Who's that guy? Is that a person or a ghost behind him?"

"It's not human, it's not a ghost... it's a rice dumpling!"

Wu Xie explained, then whispered, "Brother Li is very powerful; he can even subdue a zombie. If you don't want to die, don't mess with him."

Upon hearing this, Wang Yueban's doubts were suddenly resolved.

He hadn't seen many other evil spirits, but he had dealt with zongzi (sticky rice dumplings) quite a few times.

I even saw a bloody corpse in the tomb not long ago!

The talisman he wore around his neck and the black donkey hoof he carried in his waist pouch were also effective against zongzi (sticky rice dumplings).

Wang Yue nodded and reached out her hand as if they were old friends.

"Brother, is there anything to eat? I'm starving!"

"Yes, brothers!"

Wu Xie laughed and took out bread and sausages.

Wang Yueban burst into tears and wolfed down the food.

After eating and drinking his fill, Wang Yueban let out a satisfied burp.

"Hey bro, what's your name? After we get out of here, Fatty'll treat you to a foot bath."

"My name is Wu Xie, so I'll skip the foot bath."

After a conversation, Wu Xie and Fatty Wang became quite familiar with each other.

On the other side, Wu Sansheng heard Wang Pangzi mention blood corpses and immediately asked him about it.

"Fatty, you just said that the tomb passage collapsed a few days ago and blood-soaked corpses appeared?"

"Ugh!"

Wang Yueban sighed, his voice low and somber, "I've traveled all over the country and seen a lot, but this is the first time I've ever seen a real blood zombie! That blood zombie was incredibly ferocious; it tore several of the tall, burly foreigners in the expedition team apart!"

Just hearing Wang Pangzi's description, everyone present, except for Zhang Qiling and Li Changsheng, felt a chill run down their spines.

Blood corpses are a universally acknowledged taboo in the tomb raiding business.

If you encounter it, you're doomed.

Wu Xie thought for a moment, then asked, "Where did the blood corpse go?"

"I don't know. I only dared to come out of the side chamber after it left. Otherwise, how could I have dared to come out?"

Just as everyone was hesitating, they saw Li Changsheng, leading the Warring States female puppet, walk straight past the side chamber and head to the right.

Seeing this, Wu Sansheng pondered for a moment, glanced at the crowd, and said, "Let's follow Mr. Li; he might know the location of the blood corpse."

Upon hearing this, Pan Zi, Wu Xie, and the others immediately understood.

This Li Changsheng calls himself a funeral director, and his clients are either corpse kings or female puppets from the Warring States period.

It's very possible that his next customer will be the blood corpse inside this great tomb!

Thinking of this, the group quickly followed.

After hesitating for a moment, Fatty Wang decided to follow.

Soon, the group followed Li Changsheng to a tomb chamber.

The tomb chamber was very large, and there were eternal lamps in the niches on all four sides.

Panzi took out a lighter and lit them one by one.

Only then did everyone realize that there were seven coffins placed in the center of the tomb.

These coffins include both stone coffins and wooden coffins!

Two of the coffins had been opened, but they were empty.

Pan Zi was stunned when he saw the scene inside the tomb chamber, and subconsciously looked at Wu Sansheng.

"Third Master, could it be that the tomb owner's entire family is here?"

Before Wu Sansheng could speak, Fatty Wang said with disdain.

"You're so ignorant! What do you mean 'family'? Didn't you see that these seven coffins are arranged according to the Big Dipper constellation? This is clearly the legendary Seven Star Coffins!"

"Seven Star Coffins?"

Fatty Wang said, "The so-called Seven Star Coffins means that the tomb owner set up seven coffins to prevent the tomb from being robbed. Only one coffin is real, containing the tomb owner and burial goods. The other coffins are all traps, which may be mechanisms or other evil things, such as zongzi (rice dumplings).

Before the words were finished, the group saw Li Changsheng, leading the Warring States female puppet, arrive in front of the stone coffin on the east side.

His palm was placed on top of the stone coffin.

Just as he placed his palm on it, a sound like a frog croaking suddenly came from inside the stone coffin.

Lonely, lonely...

The sound was so funny that Wu Xie couldn't help but laugh.

But the silent man beside him suddenly rushed out.

"Don't open the coffin! The person inside is dangerous!"

Zhang Qiling arrived in front of the stone coffin and quickly uttered a series of obscure and difficult-to-understand syllables.

The contents of the stone coffin responded as well.

After a long exchange, the lonely voice gradually calmed down.

After doing all this, Zhang Qiling turned to look at Li Changsheng and said in a deep voice.

"The one inside the coffin is not to be trifled with. If you want to bury the Warring States period female puppet, choose another coffin."

Hearing this, Li Changsheng didn't care and just patted the stone coffin in front of him!

Then, he uttered a long string of obscure syllables.

"You..." Zhang Qiling frowned upon hearing Li Changsheng's words and instinctively raised his hand to stop him.

But in the end, he lowered his hand and silently retreated.

Wu Xie had been listening to his conversation with Li Changsheng for a long time and was incredibly curious.

He quickly asked Wu Sansheng, "Third Uncle, what are Little Brother and Brother Li talking about in such a low voice?"

Wu Sansheng narrowed his eyes, his doubts no less than Wu Xie's.

He thought for a moment and tried to explain it in simple and straightforward language.

"This young man has a special background; he possesses a lost skill called Corpse Language! As the name suggests, it allows him to communicate with all kinds of zombies."

Upon hearing this, Wu Xie, Pan Zi, and even Wang Pangzi who had come along were all filled with surprise.

They never imagined that such a magical language existed in the world, capable of communicating with zongzi (sticky rice dumplings)!

What's even more shocking is that there wasn't just one person who knew this skill, but two people at the same time.

Seeing that Zhang Qiling had retreated, Wu Xie mustered up his courage and asked.

"Hey buddy, what did you say to the stone coffin just now?"

Zhang Qiling was slightly taken aback. After hesitating for a moment, he still spoke up to explain.

"I was just trying to comfort the owner of the sarcophagus."

"What about Brother Li?"

"he……"

Mentioning Li Changsheng, even Zhang Qiling's perpetually stone-like face darkened slightly, a rare occurrence.

He hesitated for a long time before finally uttering a single sentence.

"He demanded the owner of the stone coffin come out, or he threatened to smash their head in!"

Upon hearing this, everyone, including Wu Xie and his nephew, Pan Zida Kui, and Wang Pangzi, fell silent.

Good heavens, they're practically pointing their fingers at me and cursing me to my face.

Who can tolerate this!