In Panjiayuan, the first thing they did was trick Lao Hu into going tomb raiding.

Everyone knew that the white-haired wolf king had begun to gather his pack, and they saw them as prey.

Su Mo reminded Peter Huang, a first-year student, "You must be vigilant up there and watch out for wolf attacks!"

Little Nail lay on the ground, looking arrogant, indicating that he had never taken these little wolves seriously.

"Hahaha…"

Su Mo laughed loudly, and then, along with Lao Hu, Fatty Shirley Yang, and Zhang Yingchuan, went down into the ice cave again.

Uncle Ming took out nearly half of the fluorescent lights and hung them on top for illumination.

He was an old hand at dealing with ancient corpses, and seeing such a strangely posed body under the ice aroused his curiosity.

Thinking that perhaps they could dig up a corpse that was no less valuable than the Crystal Corpse, he and Han Shuna stood up and watched.

below.

Inside the ice hole.

The fat man first lit a tallow candle in the southeast corner, then poured ginger juice into a pressurized spray bottle and sprayed it a few times onto the ice on the ground. All he had to do next was wait for the ginger juice to seep in.

Ginger is the nemesis of solid ice; it can easily melt even millennia-old ice.

The frozen corpses in the surrounding ice walls all lowered their heads and stared at the ice surface that the fat man was about to dig open.

It seemed like a group of onlookers were surrounding the group, silently staring at them with cold eyes.

Shirley Yang seemed to sense the fat man's unease and comforted him, "The Samsara Sect has preserved many of the evil cult traditions of the Demon Kingdom. In the Hero King's hymn, the Demon Kingdom is a nation that worships the abyss and a cave."

"The fact that the bodies buried with the deceased are positioned looking down into the abyss is probably related to their religious beliefs; there's no need to be alarmed..."

Watching the ginger juice melt into the ice, Su Mo couldn't help but shake his head, "Too slow..."

"what?"

Zhang Yingchuan, Lao Hu, and the others didn't quite understand what Su Mo was saying.

"Get out of the way!"

Su Mo raised his fist, gathering all his strength, and unleashed a punch with a superhuman power of 150.

"Crack!"

A thin crack appeared, and then the thick ice began to break apart.

"crash"

With a loud crash, the ice slid off and fell to the ground.

The group was stunned into silence.

Su Mo looked relaxed. "Clear the ice shards, speed things up!"

Zhang Yingchuan and Lao Hu nodded repeatedly, then bent down to begin clearing away the broken ice.

"Eh..."

As Zhang Yingchuan and his group dug, a corpse came into view.

The corpse looked rather creepy.

As a tomb raider, Old Hu turned to look at the candle; it was burning normally, so there seemed to be no problem. Only then did he calmly examine the corpse that had been exposed under the ice.

The body was enormous and entirely white.

It wasn't covered in long white hair like a zombie, but rather looked like it had developed a thick, hard callus all over its body.

In several places, the white cocoon shell had fallen off, revealing a golden gleam inside, as if it were filled with gold!

The corpse was curled up in a ball, its arms wrapped around its knees.

Seeing this, Shirley Yang said, "This may also be related to the doctrine of the Samsara Sect, which states that after death, one will be reborn, so the deceased is arranged in the posture of an infant returning to the womb..."

Uncle Ming, who was up there, could see it clearly and exclaimed in amazement, "Wow, that's a snow mountain mummy..."

"Incredible! Incredible! This golden mummy from the snow-capped mountains is worth over a million! It's just that it's from a very recent period..."

"If it had lasted any longer, it would have been almost as old as a glacial crystal corpse..."

The people below could hear Uncle Ming's words clearly.

Old Hu looked up at Uncle Ming and asked, "What is the Snow Mountain Golden Body Ben Naiyi?"

Su Mo, Lao Hu, and the others were complete novices when it came to these skeletal artifacts. Compared to Uncle Ming and Han Shuna, they were like a bunch of kindergarten kids.

"Wait a minute, I can't see very well from here, I'll come down..."

To get a better look, Uncle Ming took a magnifying glass and tiptoed down into the ice hole.

Walking up to the corpse, Uncle Ming examined it for a long time with a magnifying glass, then reached out and touched the white cocoon-like shell of the body, saying, "There's no mistake, this is definitely a snow mountain golden mummy!"

"The process of making these snow mountain mummies is extremely complicated. First, they are placed in stone jars and preserved for three months..."

"Then...and then..."

Uncle Ming rambled on for seven or eight minutes, leaving everyone dumbfounded. It was the first time they had ever seen marinating a person so complicated.

Seeing the bewildered expressions on their faces, Uncle Ming knew that these people were a bunch of idiots who didn't understand any of the other intricacies.

Uncle Ming immediately added, "Let's get started and move the snow mountain mummy up here!"

Old Hu and his companions originally wanted to check if there were any clues about the Red-Eyed Curse here, so naturally they wouldn't refuse.

But once they started moving it, they realized that it was impossible to move.

The body had frozen solid to the ice below, becoming extremely solid.

They shone their flashlights deeper into the ice and saw what looked like there was something underneath, but it was hard to see clearly through the ice.

Su Mo's strength was enough to break through the ice, but Lao Hu was worried that it would damage the corpse, so he turned to the side and said, "Fatty, keep spraying ginger juice!"

"okay!"

The fat man took out the spray bottle again and sprayed ginger juice onto the ice.

After waiting for a while until the ginger juice had seeped in, Lao Hu prepared to strike with an ice hammer.

Su Mo's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately sensed something was wrong. He quickly reached out and grabbed Lao Hu, "Don't move... there's a trap!"

Su Mo looked at Han Shuna, "Stay away!"

Upon hearing this, Han Shuna immediately ran far away.

The crowd below also withdrew, leaving only Lao Hu and Su Mo there.

Su Mo nodded, "Go ahead and fight. I'll save you if you're in danger!"

"it is good!"

Old Hu responded with a trembling voice.

Old Hu wasn't afraid at first, but Su Mo's words made him worry.

He knew Su Mo had a sharp eye, and that this mechanism most likely existed.

Old Hu gritted his teeth, hardened his heart, and struck down with the stick.

Sure enough, a long, huge blue pillar of fire suddenly emerged from the ice layer through which the wooden stick passed.

With a piercing shriek, it shot directly into the sky from the deepest part of the ice cave.

Su Mo immediately pulled Lao Hu back.

The people below, especially those above Lao Hu, and particularly Han Shuna, were all startled.

Old Hu was slightly better off. With Su Mo around, although he was scared, he wasn't worried about his own safety.

Han Shuna saw the enormous blue pillar of fire, the temperature was so intense. She thought back to how, if Su Mo hadn't warned her, she would probably have been burned to death.

Thinking of this, Han Shuna was very grateful to Su Mo.

This is a life-saving grace!

【Ding! 】

A system voice announced, "[Congratulations, host, for completing your chosen task. Your lifespan will be increased by 30 years!]"

Chapter 134: The Spirit Tower, Snow Maitreya, Finally Encountering the Nine-Story Demon Tower

[Congratulations, host, on completing the selected task! You are awarded 30 years of lifespan!]

The moment the system's voice faded, the tiny nail on the ground seemed to sense something, shook itself, and howled to the sky, "Woof woof woof!"

The crowd was puzzled, but they didn't think much of it; their attention was still focused on the blue flames.

Under such circumstances, no one could have imagined that beneath the golden statue of the snow mountain lay such an ancient and vicious trap.

Uncle Ming, Fatty, and the others retreated to a corner of the ice hole, feeling their tongues dry and as if all the moisture in their bodies was rapidly evaporating!

The sharp, howling sound of the boundless karmic fire shooting upwards sounded particularly terrifying in the narrow, cramped ice cave.

There was nothing anyone could do now but wait for the will-o'-the-wisp to dissipate as soon as possible.

If no fresh air comes in, we won't be able to hold on for much longer.

Of those present, only Su Mo remained unperturbed.

Su Mo knew that this mechanism posed no danger to anyone except Han Shuna.

soon.

The roar of the boundless karmic waters finally ceased, and everyone looked at each other, finding no one injured.

Uncle Ming wasn't wearing a mountaineering helmet. He was so frightened by the sight of the boundless karmic fire that he bumped his head against the ice wall, but the old man was mostly unharmed!

The golden mummy in the ice cave had been burned into a lump of charcoal by the immeasurable karmic fire.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and took a break.

The fat man patted his chest and exclaimed, "Holy crap, what was that thing just now?"

Shirley Yang thought for a moment and explained, "That was probably the Boundless Karmic Fire of the Samsara Sect, a raging fire said to be able to burn even the soul to ashes..."

Everyone nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.

"what is that?"