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

It turns out that the former Zhang family patriarch had turned into a zombie, but he had not forgotten his mission to protect the Zhang family. Any outsiders who came here would be killed by these zombie patriarchs, leaving not even a bone fragment.

However, as soon as they heard that Su Mo had come to see Zhang Qiling, they immediately changed their attitude.

"They told us to go rescue Zhang Qiling immediately, saying it was extremely dangerous, the poison gas trap had been activated, and these mummies couldn't leave this floor, so we had to hurry and save him..."

"Yes, save them! Let's get to the fifth floor right away!"

Wu Xie was so excited that he wanted to climb up, but the ceiling was so high that with his poor skills, there was no way he could climb it.

"..."

Su Mo shook his head helplessly, grabbed the two of them by the shoulders, and leaped up, sending them both flying.

When Su Mo saw the scene on the third floor, he couldn't help but be slightly surprised.

This entire floor is made of iron frames, and on them lie things that look like human figures—all Miluotuo.

These Miluo Tuo were all encased in iron, lying densely on these iron frames, and the arrangement of these iron frames was not simple, but actually formed a yin-yang pattern.

"These must be the Miluotuo that the Zhang family encountered when they were in this mountain. They sealed them here, which also served as a deterrent..."

Su Mo led Wu Xie and the other person through the iron frame to the central position.

By this time, the hole overhead had shrunk considerably; looking up, it was only wide enough for two people to pass through.

However, the strong alkaline powder that dripped during this time had melted a lot of the iron frame on this floor, and some of the iron frame was almost completely melted, almost releasing the ferocious creature inside.

The strange thing is that when they looked up, they could see something flickering in the dark hole.

Wu Xie picked up his flashlight and shone it upwards, discovering what looked like a decoration hanging on the wall, swaying in the wind, and vaguely discernible as a box.

Wu Xie said, "The corrosive power of this strong alkali is incredible, but that just makes things easier for us. Master Su, let's go..."

There were no ladders or mechanisms on this floor either, but fortunately, with Su Mo around, Wu Xie no longer had to worry about climbing up.

Su Mo nodded, grabbed the two of them by the shoulders, and quickly went up to the fourth floor.

Wu Xie indeed saw a great many boxes on the fourth floor. They were densely packed on the ground and some were hanging from the ceiling, making it look like a room full of wind chimes.

Unable to contain their curiosity, Wu Xie and Xiao Hua pointed at a box that had fallen from above. The lid was open, and something inside was half-exposed.

When the light moved to that spot, the two of them suddenly froze, their faces turning deathly pale.

"My God, what are all these things? Why are there hands inside the box?"

The two saw a section of an arm, and some of the fingers.

More often than not, they are a complete arm with a very distinctive feature: their two fingers are very long.

Su Mo said, "This is the Zhang family's Thousand Hands Tomb!"

Wu Xie was puzzled. "That's strange. Why didn't they bury the whole body, but only a hand?"

Su Mo replied, "That's because they couldn't find any intact bodies. If I'm not mistaken, these people all died in the internal power struggle within the Zhang family. From what I understand, that battle was extremely fierce, and many people didn't even have their bodies completely destroyed..."

"The struggle within the Zhang family was terrifying! It's hard to imagine how intense it was back then..." Wu Xie sighed.

"Intense and cruel beyond your imagination, stop talking and let's go..." Xie Xiaohua had no interest in the Zhang family's struggles.

The three of them looked around but didn't find anything else, so Su Mo led the other two to the fifth floor.

As soon as she arrived, Xie Xiaohua saw more than a dozen corpses of Huo family members lying on the ground.

"Grandma Huo!"

Xie Xiaohua screamed in surprise.

Chapter 471: The Death of Fairy Huo!

Upon reaching the fifth floor, all three, including Su Mo, fell silent.

Under the flashlight beam, only four words can describe it: utterly appalling.

On this floor, as far as they could see, there were corpses everywhere, and many of them had already begun to turn into pools of blood.

These people were all from the Huo family, and at a glance, not one of them was alive.

The three endured the stench to investigate, but they could not find a single living person.

Wu Xie's eyes were red, his mind was completely blank, and an indescribable emotion was stuck in his chest, almost suffocating him.

"Zhang Qiling!"

"Fatty!"

"Mr. Hu!"

Wu Xie roared, but he didn't find Zhang Qiling or Fatty among the corpses.

"Grandma Huo!"

Xie Xiaohua seemed to have discovered something; her face turned pale, and she cried out in surprise.

In the middle lay Old Mrs. Huo, her skin growing increasingly pale and frightening, with signs of rigor mortis appearing on her face, making her look emaciated.

"He's still breathing!"

Xie Xiaohua cried out, "Master, she's still breathing! Grandma Huo is still breathing..."

Su Mo knelt down and checked Old Madam Huo's condition, his brows furrowing. "The situation is not optimistic!"

"Master..."

Xie Xiaohua was shocked. "Save Grandma Huo! She's dying! How am I going to explain this to Xiuxiu?!"

"..."

Su Mo remained silent, but instead took out several thin needles and inserted them into several important acupoints on Old Lady Huo's head.

According to the original plot, Old Lady Huo should have died in the Zhang Family Ancient Building by this time. However, with Old Hu and Zhang Yingchuan present, Old Lady Huo did not die tragically in the Zhang Family Ancient Building.

However, the situation is dire, and Grandma Huo's injuries are still far from optimistic.

The fine needle was completely inserted into Grandma Huo's brain, but she still did not react at all.

It's fate!

Su Mo sighed, pulled out the thin needle, and then inserted it into other acupoints. This time, Huo Xiangu opened her eyes.

"Wu Xie... Xiao Hua..."

"Grandma Huo, it's me, it's Xiaohua!"

Xie Xiaohua burst into tears of joy, but Su Mo's face remained tense, a hint of sadness flashing in his eyes.

"I'm still alive? I'm still alive?" Huo Xiangu said in disbelief.

Su Mo shook his head. "No, you are no longer alive. I used a secret technique to activate the last breath in your body. You can live for at most two weeks, during which time you will not feel any pain..."

Su Mo is still using the secret technique of the head of the Wang family. Although Old Madam Huo is alive, she is just a living dead. At most, she will live for ten days, which gives the old lady a chance to make her final arrangements.

"Ten days..."

Grandma Huo smiled and said, "Ten days is enough. These ten days were all taken by chance. I, Fairy Huo, can only repay Master Su's great kindness in my next life..."

"..."

The atmosphere inside was somewhat desolate.

"There... Fatty's here!"

Wu Xie, with his sharp eyes, noticed that there was another compartment on the ceiling above, and then he saw the largest figure. Judging from the figure... it was Wang Yueban.

The upper compartment was a small hidden room in the Yangshi Lei. Old Mrs. Huo should be very familiar with the structure of Yangshi Lei. The upper hidden room couldn't accommodate so many people, but Wang Yueban wasn't the kind of person who only cared about escaping and left Old Mrs. Huo and the others downstairs.

So the poison gas must have come too quickly, and Old Lady Huo simply didn't have time to escape.

"I'll go up!"

Su Mo grabbed Wu Xie, used his light footwork to leap up, while Xiao Hua carried Old Lady Huo on her back.

In this dark room, besides Wang Yueban, there were several other people hiding in a corner, curled up in their clothes.

Their clothes were covered in white powder and had several holes, but it didn't seem to have broken through their skin; they were wrapped in layers of clothing.

Looking at Wang Yueban again, he was lying there motionless.

"Fat!"

"..."

There was no echo.

Wu Xie's heart immediately jumped. He stepped forward and turned the person over. He was so grief-stricken that he could not speak.

"Is this a fat man?"

As Wu Xie turned the fat man over, Xie Xiaohua, carrying Old Lady Huo on her back, also climbed up.

Wu Xie turned the fat man over, and his face was completely covered. At this moment, Wu Xie was not sure if this was really Wang Yueban.

Wu Xie was in a state of turmoil and hesitated to tear it open. Xiao Hua reached out and pulled off the wet cloth covering her face, revealing Wang Yueban lying there quietly, her face pale and lifeless.

"Fatty!"

Wu Xie was terrified and shook Wang Yunban's body vigorously, but there was no response. "Master Su! Please take a look..."

In front of Su Mo were several human figures wrapped in cloth, almost like the fat man, who had covered themselves with all the fabric.

Su Mo tore open the clothes, revealing the face of the man with the silent expression. He then tore off the other packages and discovered that they belonged to Lao Hu, Zhang Yingchuan, Wang Kaixuan, and others.

Upon seeing the three of them, Su Mo immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"Master Su..."

Wu Xie walked over, "Look at Fatty..."

Upon seeing Zhang Qiling, Wu Xie's face turned pale with shock, "Brother..."

Su Mo came to Wang Yueban's side, then reached out and placed his hands on Wang Yueban's neck and chest, circulating his bloodline power to clear his breathing.

After a short while, Wang Yueban's chest began to rise and fall noticeably, and she finally resumed normal breathing.

The person was brought back to life, but Wu Xie, who was immersed in the grief of Zhang Qiling's "death," was completely unaware that he was staring blankly at Zhang Qiling.

"You are such a powerful person, I never thought you would die, let alone die on your own turf!"