The Feng Shui Master Ritual! (Second Update, Please Vote)

Deep in the burial chamber, the flames of the ever-burning lamps wavered in the cold air, stretching everyone's shadows into twisted, menacing shapes.

A coffin of Golden Silk Nanmu lay across the center of the Sacrificial Altar like a giant beast that had slept for ten thousand years.

Shopkeeper Sun was sprawled over the coffin, fine beads of sweat gathering on his forehead.

"The hidden trap in this Corpse-Transformation Tomb is even more vicious than I imagined."

Shopkeeper Sun muttered under his breath, but his hands never stopped moving.

First, he tapped the coffin's four corners with a black donkey's hoof, listening to pinpoint their positions. He snapped an inked string precisely along the seam of the lid, then pulled out a long, dark-red nail and drove it hard into the head of the coffin.

Crack!

The sound shattered the silence.

It was the sound of the Corpse-Transformation Tomb's unique coffin-sealing trap, the Nine-Dragon Corpse-Locking Nails, being broken.

A visible plume of icy white vapor immediately poured from the seam: Corpse Qi and underground Yin Baleful Intent that had accumulated for centuries.

Shopkeeper Sun gripped the edge of the lid with both hands. Muscles bulged in his arms as he growled, "Up!"

The lid slowly shifted aside, opening a gap about half a foot wide.

He could not wait to peer inside.

One glance was all it took. He froze where he stood, as though struck by a paralysis spell.

The greed drained from his face, replaced by utter disbelief. Then a chill raced up his spine to the crown of his head, making him shudder.

"Sun, what is it?"

John, who was keeping watch at the chamber entrance, saw that Shopkeeper Sun had gone silent and called out, "Are there so many treasures in there that they've dazzled those