After I stopped trying, a rich woman trained me into a demon emperor.

He was too lazy to listen to the old man's nonsense, and spread his five fingers on his right hand.

An invisible wind blade condensed and took shape in his palm, a sign of a B-level wind-type ability.

With a casual wave of his hand, a wind blade sliced ​​across the old tomb raider's neck.

A head, with a terrified expression, shot into the sky, spurting out warm blood that landed right on the mural of "Four Gods and Clouds" next to it.

These superhumans from the Holy Radiance Consortium are no amateur group.

Before entering the tomb, the psychic perceiver used mental radar to scan the entire passageway, confirming that there were no signs of life from any living creature within thirty meters.

The earth-elemental ability user placed both palms on the ground and marked the locations of all the underground compartments, trapdoors, and poison crossbows.

Along the way, they dismantled three traps and blew through two layers of sealed tombs.

They advanced in groups of three, taking turns providing cover. Their breathing rhythms were all trained, and even the sound of their footsteps on the blue bricks was synchronized.

This setup has never failed in more than thirty underground heritage exploration missions around the world.

But the old tombs in Mangshan don't follow these rules.

The old tomb raider from Henan who had his head chopped off muttered "old cat monkey" before he died, but no one present took it seriously.

Old cat and monkey.

Evil things have been passed down in the cemetery for thousands of years.

It is said that a creature, whether ghost or beast, is kept in the Han Dynasty tombs deep in Mangshan Mountain. It usually hides in bronze vessels and pretends to be dead.

Once a living person comes in, it will become the most precious thing to you.

Gold, women, and medicine to save lives.

If you reach out and touch it, it will crawl into your nostril and suck out your brains in three breaths.

The dead all look the same, their skulls empty.

There's an old saying: "If you enter Mangshan and don't worship the Four Gods, you won't have a complete corpse when you leave Mangshan."

Nobody believes that anymore.

The white superhuman wiped the blood off his boots and beckoned the group to continue moving forward.

A sudden change occurred.

The moment the blood stained the mural, the eyes of the Azure Dragon and the White Tiger turned into empty, pitch-black voids.

A creaking sound echoed through the corridor.

In the center of the tomb chamber, a set of chime bells belonging to Marquis Yi of Zeng began to ring spontaneously without anyone striking them.

Clang clang—

The chime bells carried no trace of spiritual energy, yet possessed a distorted power.

The psychic-type ability user was the first to get into trouble.

His mental radar received no attack signal, blood suddenly gushed from his nasal cavity, his eyes rolled back, and he fell straight to the ground convulsing.

Immediately afterwards, the wind-type ability user froze.

His eyes lost focus, and he began frantically tearing at his bulletproof vest, his fingernails tearing it off without stopping.

He tore at his own flesh while letting out a strange, idiotic laugh.

Under the watchful eyes of his companions, he activated his wind blade ability and severed his own limbs.

Amidst the gushing blood, he braced himself with his chin and forced his way into the bronze lotus-crane square pot that was seeping with black blood.

A few seconds later, a chewing sound came from inside the square pot.

The sounds of teeth crushing cartilage and sucking out brain marrow.

The earth-elemental ability user slammed his palms on the ground, attempting to seal the exit with the rock wall.

The solidified rock shattered inch by inch amidst the sound of the chimes, unable to even take shape.

The remaining men completely broke down, screaming and pulling the trigger. Bullets flew wildly in the stone chamber, sparking as they hit the bronze artifacts, but they couldn't even catch a glimpse of the enemy.

They ran wildly toward the white jade gate they had come from.

The stone gate has long since disappeared.

Instead, a large, blood-red coffin stood upright in the center of the passageway.

The deathly aura of the underworld seeped out from the cracks in the coffin.

Three paper figures dressed as waiters peeked out from behind the coffin, their pale faces stretched to their ears.

A piercing suona horn blast drowned out everyone's screams.

……

Half an hour later.

With his hands in his pockets, Zhou Ran led his team into the death corridor filled with dried corpses.

The air was filled with a strange smell, a mixture of blood and preservatives.

The ground was littered with withered skins, and the clothes they wore belonged to mercenaries hired by the Sheng Hui Consortium half an hour earlier.

Aning and the Red Widow walked at the front, and immediately knelt on the blue bricks and retched.

Fatty Wang held up a flashlight and approached the bronze lotus and crane square pot.

The beam of light shone into the cauldron, and he saw half a Western face, completely peeled off and still with blond hair, floating inside.

The skull was chiseled open, and everything inside had long been emptied out.

It was exactly the same way the old cat and monkey died in legend.

Xiao Rou squatted on the ground to examine the mummified corpse, then stood up and reported:

"Owner.

These corpses contained no toxins and no traces of supernatural abilities.

The brain matter disappeared into thin air, unlike the desiccated brain of a living organism.

Zhou Ran didn't reply.

Even the sensory radar of a B-level mental ability user didn't trigger an alarm.

This means that this thing doesn't follow the path of spiritual energy.

cause and effect.

It follows the path of cause and effect.

Just then, the "Four Gods and Clouds Diagram" on the wall rippled again, and a cold wind swept through the tomb passage.

A drawn-out cry drifted on the wind:

"Yin Yang Inn, the night watchman is calling to keep us here—"

The Red Widow's eyes went unfocused as she staggered toward the blood-red coffin, muttering:

"Such fragrant rouge..."

What a soft bed...

I'm so tired...

Immediately afterwards, Fatty Wang shuddered.

The chime bells turned into a mountain of gold in his eyes.

He chuckled foolishly, dropped the Luoyang shovel, and walked step by step toward the blood-soaked bronze cauldron.

"So much money!"

I need to take the money back to my mom!

Miao Yingying picked up the bone whistle and blew it, trying to wake up Fatty Wang.

Useless.

The sound of the bone whistle couldn't travel outside this space at all.

Xiao Rou bit her fingertip to force out a Heart-Eating Gu, intending to burrow into Wang Pangzi's sea of ​​consciousness and forcibly pull him out.

The worm flew out three inches and turned to ashes in mid-air.

Even Gu magic doesn't work.

The causal laws of the illusion completely shield it from interference at the physical and spiritual levels.

They only awaken the deepest obsessions and desires in people's hearts.

Ah Ning's eyes were also unfocused, and an involuntary silly smile hung on her lips.

Although his hands were empty, he caressed them as if they were rare treasures.

"Little brother, we don't have to die!"

I found it...

I found it...

That heart...

The entire team is falling one by one.

Zhou Ran stood with his arms crossed, not moving an inch.

The Purple-Gold Demon Eyes were activated, and the runes flowing within them directly revealed the underlying logic of this space.

The so-called "Old Cat and Monkey" legend is nothing more than a folk tale.

There are no old cats or monkeys here.

"Using the guise of folklore and ghost stories, they commit the despicable act of stealing souls here."

Zhou Ran's voice boomed through the corridor, causing dust to fall from the dome.

"Those rats from the underworld, who can't stand the light of day, don't they even dare to show their faces now?"

Before he finished speaking, Zhou Ran suddenly raised his left arm.

The Qilin arm, always covered in dark cloud patterns, was clasped together with one palm at the chest.

"Amitabha!"

The Great Sun Tathagata Purification Mantra!

The power of Buddhist vows and the demonic fire of Asura were forcibly intertwined and merged.

He was chanting murmured Sanskrit.

In his other hand, he held a blazing fireball, half black and half gold, in his palm.

With a flick of his arm, the black-gold fireball, accompanied by a sonic boom, slammed into the blood-red coffin.

There was no sound of wood breaking when the fireball struck the blood coffin.

Instead, a furious roar came from inside the coffin:

"What kind of lowly ant dares to break this Yin General's 'Gathering Yin Formation'!"