Beyond the passageway lies a tomb chamber door.
Shi Cheng: "This is the deepest I've ever gone. There were no mechanisms when I came here before, but this door just won't open no matter what I do; there's not even a latch."
Upon hearing this, Song Zheng and the others stepped forward and tried their best to investigate.
Just ten minutes later, everyone covered their eyes and looked at Jiang Nuo.
Jiang Nuo clicked her tongue; her patience had run out.
He had been behaving himself in this tomb for so long, and this was his limit.
"I'll do it!"
Jiang Nuo rolled up his sleeves and conjured a bunch of bombs out of thin air, throwing them towards the tomb entrance.
"Damn it!" Song Zheng rarely swore, " Jiang Nuo, what are you doing!"
"Blow up the door."
Jiang Nuo remained calm and released a burst of spiritual fire.
The sound of the stone gate being blown open was so loud that the ground they were standing on shook several times. Da Zhu and Old Sun huddled in a corner, trembling with fear, afraid that the tomb palace would collapse.
Fortunately, they only managed to blast open the stone gate.
As they expected, the deeper they went, the larger the tomb chamber became, and the stronger the vengeful spirits became accordingly.
Jiang Nuo walked straight toward the coffin without stopping, the smile in his eyes growing increasingly fierce.
Having already guessed what he was going to do, Si Yan raised his hand to stop the people behind him from entering. Then, Spiritual Power barrier rose from the ground, its pale golden light acting like a shield, blocking the path between the crowd and the coffin.
"What's going on?" Zhang Lin was confused.
"I told you not to hold us back."
Si Yan spoke frankly and without reservation.
To everyone's astonishment, Jiang Nuo pulled an iron axe from his spatial storage and began wildly hacking at the coffin lid.
After a few chops, the coffin immediately shattered in half.
The vengeful ghost, which had been waiting inside for a long time, flew out with a shriek. The sleeping creatures had all been killed, and it couldn't stand the sight of this human, not to mention the orders given by the prince.
The moment Jiang Nuo's eyes met the vengeful ghost's, his pupils turned red, tinged with blood.
Splat
The vengeful ghost, which had already taken flight, suddenly landed, too frightened to get up for a long time by that one glance.
No, who's the ghost?!
Feeling humiliated, the vengeful ghost tried again to avoid eye contact with Jiang Nuo, but it was to no avail.
As soon as it charged forward, it was bound by an invisible silver thread, its head tied and tossed around in the tomb, getting hit every time it was tossed.
The vengeful ghost was practically humiliated by Jiang Nuo. The Demonic Qi within the tomb was rampant, and the vengeful ghost's aura dared not show itself even slightly.
Jiang Nuo, having had his fill of beating, grabbed the ghost's outstretched neck and asked, "Submit to me and serve me, or continue to suffer?"
"Insolence! I am a Lieutenant General under Prince Long! How dare you commoners instigate me!"
Jiang Nuo, a commoner, grabbed the vengeful ghost by the neck and slammed it against the handle of the axe, which was filled with Demonic Qi.
Everyone behind the Spiritual Power barrier: Eek.
Shi Cheng watched with starry eyes the whole time, then shyly asked Si Yan, "Young Master, firstly, I'm an honest person; secondly, would you mind if I were a backup option or a lover or something?"
God Nuo is so handsome! It would be a piece of cake for me to be gay!
Si Yan glanced at him and silently raised her knife.
Shi Cheng was able to remain calm in a second, and was able to bend, stretch, and give up.
We can't beat them.
The vengeful ghost: We can't beat it at all!
It's a ghost; even if it gets beaten up like this, it won't die.
Logically speaking, it should disappear, which could be considered a kind of relief.
But this person is something inhuman, utterly perverted and outrageous!
"I promise you!! Stop hitting me! Stop hitting me!"
The General of the Central Army had been a ghost for hundreds of years, and this was the first time he had experienced the agony of being on the verge of death, yet clinging to life.
Jiang Nuo's bloodshot pupils faded, and he clapped his hands with a smile, "Pleasant to cooperate with!"
Lieutenant General: "..."
Who's happy!
"I... I submit to Prince Long, and I will absolutely not allow you to do anything wicked!"
Jiang Nuo: "I didn't expect you to have such great abilities. You just need to lead us through the shortcut directly underground."
"This..."
As the general hesitated, he saw Si Yan and his group enter, and they didn't look like troublemakers.
It gritted its teeth and said, "Fine!"
We can't win a fight, what else can we do?
Having spent hundreds of years inside the tomb, the General had figured out every nook and cranny. Under Jiang Nuo's threat, he had no choice but to lead them through a shortcut, silently apologizing to his fellow ghosts waiting on the lower levels as they went.
Humans are so ferocious, even vengeful ghosts fear them!
They easily passed through the last few levels, and led by the General, Jiang Nuo and his group reached the deepest underground level before Simazi.
The Ghost Express is highly recommended; everyone who's used it raves about it.
Unlike the dark, dense area above, the underground palace of the tomb glowed with a dark green light. A towering gate stood in the very center. There seemed to be nothing in front of the gate, but as soon as one approached, one felt a tremor run through one's body and an irresistible urge to kneel down and submit.
" Da Zhu! Your... your injury!"
Old Sun suddenly shouted, grabbing Da Zhu's hand and shaking it violently, "Look! All the scars on your body are gone!"
Da Zhu was startled and hurriedly touched the back of his neck. "Damn! It's really gone! Old Sun! Let me see yours!"
The two of them touched the previously festering sores, and to their astonishment, they had completely healed.
"What about yours? Let me see."
Song Zheng lifted Zhang Lin's collar at the back of his neck and looked at him. The festering and rotten wounds that were clearly visible before were now completely gone.
"Good lad! I knew you wouldn't die so easily!"
Zhang Lin, patted on the shoulder by Song Zheng, couldn't contain his joy.
" The Ghost Plague is cured." Si Yan pondered, gazing at the massive, dark wooden dragon gate. "Then the next step... isn't it a sacrifice?"
The three who were just excited instantly stopped laughing.
The general scrambled to his knees by the gloomy wooden door, wailing that he deserved to die and begging the prince to let him in.
But there was no response; instead, a loud booming sound, like a dragon's roar, rang out.
The lieutenant general trembled with fear, already imagining how terrible his fate would be.
A few seconds later, the eerie dragon roar abruptly stopped, and the two doors opened, as if stepping into them meant entering an endless abyss.
Within the abyss, there were no fewer than a hundred gloomy wooden coffins suspended in mid-air, entwined by nine giant black dragons, their dark green glows rising and falling among them.
Each coffin was connected by vines, which eventually linked to the claws of the black dragon. All the claws were hooked outward in one direction, and the dragon's head was prostrate, as if it had been tamed by darkness.