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

The fat man said, "Brother Su, if this coffin is a burial coffin for the Prince of Xian, there must be a lot of funerary objects inside!"

Su Mo shook his head. "If this is the coffin of the Prince of Xian, there really won't be much gold, silver, or jade. For someone who wants to become an immortal, gold and silver are nothing more than stones in a latrine. I guess the burial items must be things that can help him become an immortal..."

The fat man was stunned for a moment, "Huh?"

Su Mo laughed, "Stop 'huh'ing, didn't you want to open the coffin? Whether there's gold or silver treasure, we'll find out once we open it..."

The fat man nodded, "Yes, yes, Brother Su is right. We'll see once we start driving. Old Hu, come on, give me a hand!"

With Su Mo around, the fat man didn't even bother to light the lamp. Su Mo had killed countless thousand-year-old ghosts, so he wouldn't be any different from the half-immortal, King Xian.

"it is good!"

Fatty and Old Hu pushed open the coffin lid with all their might.

Su Mo and Shirley Yang quickly stepped forward.

All that could be seen inside the coffin was red liquid; nothing else was visible.

The fat man was quite puzzled and scratched his head. "You guys think this red stuff is blood?"

Shirley Yang bent down and sniffed. "There's no bloody smell, but a strong herbal scent. It seems this red liquid is used as a preservative, similar in function to modern medical formaldehyde..."

"Crack!"

A series of mechanical sounds came from behind.

The four of them quickly looked over.

Inside the coffin, red liquid was slowly churning. After a short while, a corpse wearing a golden mask was lifted up.

A scepter engraved with dragon and tiger patterns was placed on the body.

Seeing this, the fat man was somewhat surprised, "An ancient corpse? Preserved so well?"

Old Hu glanced at it too and said, "It seems Miss Yang was right; that red liquid really was used for preservation..."

"Hey, hey, did you see that? There's a mask here. It looks like it's gold..."

Meanwhile, the fat man made a new discovery: "Is this scepter made of jade?"

Shirley Yang looked at the mask and guessed, "This mask must have been worn by a wizard or priest during a ritual. Look at the swirling patterns on it..."

Sherry Yang paused for a moment, then said, "Doesn't it... look like an eyeball?"

Su Mo nodded and said, "It's not just similar, it's exactly the same as the cursed red marks on your bodies!"

Chapter 75: Direct Confrontation

"It's not just similar, it's exactly the same as the cursed red marks on your bodies!"

Upon hearing Su Mo's words, the fat man glanced down and thought, "Hey, you know what, it really is exactly the same."

Sherry Yang's voice was filled with surprise, "It seems the Muchen Pearl is indeed in the hands of the Prince of Xian. We've come to the right place..."

The fat man curled his lip and said, "That goes without saying, didn't Brother Su already say that..."

Old Hu then began speculating about the corpse's identity: "A golden mask, a dragon and tiger scepter, this attire... could this person be the high priest of King Xian...?"

Su Mo said, "More or less. Even if this person isn't the High Priest, he must be a confidant of King Xian, otherwise he wouldn't have been buried here by King Xian..."

"Fatty, put away the golden mask and the Dragon-Tiger Scepter, especially the Dragon-Tiger Scepter, it will be very useful later!"

"As ordered!"

The fat man grinned and saluted, "General Zhou!"

As he spoke, the fat man took out both items, wiped off the red liquid with a cloth, and put them in his bag to store them away.

"Wow, this is a treasure...wait, what is this?"

The fat man looked down and saw that there were some pictures carved on the coffin lid.

"Hey, Mr. Hu, Brother Su, come and take a look. What's carved on this coffin lid?"

As the fat man spoke, he walked towards the coffin lid. Seeing this, Su Mo, Shirley Yang, and Lao Hu also went over.

The four looked at the coffin lid, which was carved with a grand palace surrounded by clouds and mist, like a fairyland.

"what is this?"

The fat man stared at the cloud map, examining it repeatedly. "This palace is built on top of the clouds. Could it be that the King Xian built his palace in the sky...?"

Old Hu shook his head and retorted directly, "Impossible. This King Xian is just a minor king on the frontier. How could he possibly have the ability of a deity to build a house in the sky..."

The fat man thought about it and felt that Old Hu's words made sense. He sneered, "Right, right, right. I think that old man, Prince Xian, is just putting on a show! A self-made emperor! What's he pretending for!"

Well, this time the fat man actually guessed right; the King really did build his palace in the sky.

Su Mo smiled. "Perhaps you've all underestimated Prince Xian. His ambitions are far greater..."

As they were talking, Su Mo suddenly seemed to notice something and quickly turned his head to look.

From inside the blood-red coffin, one could see blood-red, vine-like things spreading out.

Su Mo raised an eyebrow and warned, "Be careful!"

The three men, including Lao Hu, who were studying the coffin lid, looked at Su Mo with confusion, and then followed Su Mo's gaze to the coffin.

"Holy crap..."

The fat man shouted, "What is this thing?!"

Old Hu, Fatty, and Shirley Yang quickly took a few steps back. Su Mo swiftly grabbed the AK47 automatic rifle in front of him, loaded it, and fired a burst of bullets.

"Da da da da da da da!"

Smoke filled the air, and black gun barrels spewed out dazzling sparks.

Old Hu, Xue Li, and Yang also reacted and drew their guns, firing at the vines. The red vines were like cockroaches that never die; although their movement was hindered, they still crawled forward at an extremely slow speed.

Soon, Su Mo realized something was wrong and immediately called out to Lao Hu and the others, "Stop!"

Although everyone looked puzzled, they obediently put their guns away.

"Clang!"

Su Mo drew the Crimson Sky Sword, leaped forward, and the sword gleamed fiercely.

Just when Lao Hu and the others thought Su Mo was going to cut the red vines, they saw Su Mo walk past the red vines and directly split the coffin behind the vines in two.

"Oh!"

The coffin exploded, and red liquid gushed out. The blood-red vines that had been preparing to continue attacking the group withered rapidly, becoming extremely fragile, like withered leaves that would crumble at the slightest touch.

The three of them suddenly realized that these blood-red vines had grown and spread from inside the coffin, and the source of everything was the coffin.

Old Hu and his two companions slowly approached Su Mo's side, staring at the coffin on the ground with surprise and uncertainty...

The fat man said, "Look, this ancient corpse has turned into a dried-up corpse!"

Old Hu was quite puzzled. "Hey, what exactly are these red, fleshy, vine-like things?"

Shirley Yang pondered for a moment and said, "It seems to be a kind of parasitic fungus that attacks living things in order to survive. This red liquid not only acts as a preservative but also provides them with nutrients, so these fleshy threads revive upon contact with air..."

The fat man nodded, seemingly understanding, "Oh, this is like a nutrient solution..."

Shirley Yang looked at the fat man in surprise and laughed, "That's pretty much the idea..."

Old Hu remarked, "As soon as we get close to the Insect Valley, all sorts of strange and unusual things start appearing."

The fat man nodded in agreement. "Yeah, we haven't even entered the Insect Valley yet. The dangers we've encountered are already no less than those in a regular tomb. If we get to the Insect Valley and enter the Tomb of King Xian, who knows what strange and wonderful things we might find!"

"........."

Old Hu fell silent, an inexplicable emotion enveloping the three of them, and the scene became deathly still.

Seeing the dejected looks on Shirley Yang's and the other two's faces, Su Mo comforted them, "Don't worry. No matter what happens, I will definitely find the Muchen Pearl and bring you back..."

Shirley Yang and Fatty Hu looked at Su Mo with emotion and nodded seriously.

Just as he was about to say something, Su Mo suddenly heard noises around him.

"Watch out, someone is approaching us!"

As they talked, Su Mo switched back to his submachine gun, while Lao Hu, Fatty, and Shirley Yang also began changing their ammunition.

Before long, Su Mo and his companions saw numerous flames appearing a hundred meters away. Moreover, they were getting closer and closer to their location.

"Those people from Zhelong Village... damn it, don't they ever rest?"

Su Mo lowered her voice, "Don't let them get close..."

"Da da da da da da da!"

After Su Mo finished speaking, he began firing warning shots at people 100 meters away. Lao Hu and the other two also began to find cover and take up their guns in preparation.

Su Mo raised his voice, "Bullets have no eyes, don't come any closer!"

Old Hu also shouted, "Why are you following us?"

Not far away, the group from Zhelong Village were startled by the sudden gunshot and quickly took cover.

Zewa shouted across the distance, "We are from Zhelong Village. Our village has always treated guests as friends. We never expected that you would dare to trespass into the Insect Valley. What are you doing in the Insect Valley?"

Su Mo replied, "We're going to the Insect Valley to find medicine. You can't stop us, and I don't want to hurt you!"

Zeva said, "Stop talking nonsense. Come back with us!"

Su Mo was so angry at these words that he laughed. These people really thought they were the masters of Zhelong Mountain. They were truly ignorant.

Su Mo raised his gun and, with a "bang," knocked the hunting rifle out of Zeva's hand.

Su Mo shouted again, "I'll say it one more time, we're going to Insect Valley to find medicine. Insect Valley isn't your Zhelong Village's territory..."

"And that kid. Watch your mouth. This time, I'll spare your life for Peacock's sake!"

A hundred meters away, Zeva's heart was pounding, and his hands were trembling violently.

What excellent marksmanship!

Who exactly are these people?

Zeva was both shocked and horrified.