"Goodness gracious..."
Old Sun and Da Zhu huddled together, trembling. They had never seen so many coffins in their lives!
"Are all these coffins filled with ghosts?" Old Sun asked, trembling, his heart pounding in his chest, afraid of a definite answer.
"Not only are there ghosts, but they're also very powerful ghosts."
Jiang Nuo's tone was unusually serious, and Si Yan was equally solemn.
However, their concerns were different.
"So many ghosts, when will we ever stop killing them?" Jiang Nuo sighed with worry.
It's truly a life of hard work and toil.
Si Yan was thinking that with so many wronged souls inside the tomb, the association probably couldn't handle them in time, and they would have to ask the Underworld to come up and deal with them.
The silence of the two men made the people following behind them even more terrified, as if what lay before them was not just a hundred or so coffins, but a road leading to hell.
" Shi Cheng, cut all the chains."
Si Yan finally spoke.
"Yes."
Shi Cheng, wielding a knife in both hands, leaped into the air and headed straight for the hundreds of coffins. Ignoring the dragon's oppressive aura, he vaulted over the coffins and slashed the iron chains with his knife.
The coffin and the main burial chamber were connected by iron chains. Si Yan and Jiang Nuo completely severed the nine giant dragons' entanglement at both ends.
As it collapsed with a deafening roar, the main tomb chamber doors suddenly swung open, unleashing an overwhelming pressure.
Jiang Nuo raised her hand to shield Si Yan, her expression stern. "Such a heavy aura of killing intent."
" Yin-Warding Pearl! Quickly put it in your mouth!"
Shi Cheng Da Zhu and the others were starting to lose consciousness, Shi Cheng quickly threw the Yin-Warding Pearl over, and was surprised that Song Zheng seemed unaffected.
"How could you..."
"Ah?"
Song Zheng, supporting Zhang Lin who nearly collapsed, was also puzzled. "What's wrong with them?"
"When yin energy enters the body, it causes symptoms that are common in ordinary people."
Shi Cheng glanced at Song Zheng a few more times, but couldn't see anything amiss.
"Could it be that you're cultivating a sacred body?!"
Shi Cheng admits he's starting to feel envious!
Song Zheng: "..."
Thank you, is this why I was forced to come in for bloodletting?
He supported Zhang Lin with one hand and slowly wiped away a tear of heartache.
Jiang Nuo and Si Yan had already gone inside first, and the others followed closely behind, walking slowly.
Even with the Yin-Warding Pearl, the overwhelming concentration of Corpse Qi and Yin energy still filled the entire main tomb chamber, lingering around them and penetrating every nook and cranny.
"No... no, I can't take it anymore."
Da Zhu collapsed to the ground, his face already pale from the cold, his eyes severely swollen, looking utterly devoid of color.
"If I go any further... I... I'll die here."
"No, Da Zhu! We've come this far, we're just one step away from getting out alive!"
Old Sun's face was also grim. He was seething with anger and pulled Da Zhu up, saying, "Didn't you want to go back and see your mother's grave?"
Zhang Lin was also in great pain, which aggravated the injuries he had sustained in the tomb. Cold sweat poured down his face. If Song Zheng hadn't been supporting him, he probably would have collapsed to the ground long ago.
"It'll be over soon! Don't die here, you have to get out of here alive!"
Hearing Song Zheng's voice, Zhang Lin nodded with difficulty, his parched lips twitching slightly, "I will."
They encouraged each other and struggled to keep up with Jiang Nuo's pace until they reached the innermost part of the main burial chamber.
Jiang Nuo drew out a few talismans and handed them to the people following behind, saying, "Place them on your chest. The Yin energy here is so strong that ordinary people can't withstand it."
Song Zheng took it and immediately put it on Zhang Lin, patting his chest to encourage him, "Go for it, brother!"
"Cough cough cough..."
Zhang Lin's rapid, suffocating breathing finally subsided. "Okay."
Zhonglang was grabbed by the neck and forced to kneel on the ground like a dog on a leash. He dared not look at Si Yan's face, but since Siyan was a vengeful ghost, no one noticed anything amiss.
This time, it didn't take any effort. Two little devils stood on either side of the two heavy doors, like gatekeepers from ancient times. They didn't dare to look up, but slowly pushed the doors open with all their might.
Jiang Nuo went inside, then stood there stunned.
He blinked, almost thinking he had entered a dungeon.
It has to be a hellish ghost town instance.
The place was deserted, like a ghost town, with ghosts wandering around, some strolling in the streets, others families releasing lanterns together, as if they had traveled back to the imperial city hundreds of years ago, and they were the ones who had mistakenly entered this place.
In a daze, Jiang Nuo even felt that a few challengers might suddenly emerge from some hidden corner.
" Si Yan."
He called out softly, taking Si Yan's hand, as if trying to confirm that they were still in the real world.
" Nuonuo, I'm here."
Si Yan noticed this, squeezed Jiang Nuo's fingers tightly, turned around and hugged Jiang Nuo tightly, gently kissing her cheek.
" Nuonuo, this is just a tomb palace, an illusory palace created using the resentment of vengeful ghosts."
"Just by burying the wronged souls with the dead, they were able to create a ghost town."
"He's killed countless people, and even in death he still dreams of being emperor."
Si Yan spoke, his eyes gradually turned cold, and a strange emotion surfaced, as if he felt this scene was somewhat familiar.
He and Jiang Nuo walked closer hand in hand. The jewelry and trinkets on the stall were exquisitely displayed, exuding an antique charm.
"My God, this is amazing... Putting everything else aside, this trip has definitely broadened my horizons."
Old Sun and Da Zhu had never seen anything like this before. Everything was new and exciting to them, but they dared not look directly, only peeking through their fingers.
Jiang Nuo grabbed a handful of candied hawthorns from the stall, but couldn't grasp any substance. The wandering ghosts on the street seemed to have no idea they were there. The streets of the imperial city appeared bustling with people at night, but in reality, every ghost was doing the same thing over and over again.
"Don't these ghosts have anything else to do? Are they just trapped here every day?"
Song Zheng observed, he couldn't help but feel puzzled; even if it was fake, it still looked strange.
"They're repeating what they did before they died."
Shi Cheng explained, a hint of reluctance appearing on his face, his voice much lower. "These people were probably innocent civilians in the imperial city, forced to die as sacrifices."
"What!"
Zhang Lin was shocked and surprised. As far as the eye could see, there was no end in sight, and the number of wandering ghosts on the street was countless.
"How could so many people have all died so tragically in one night?"
However, considering the methods used by ancient imperial powers, Zhang Lin felt that it wasn't impossible.
Suddenly, black fog filled the air.
The wandering souls on the street immediately stopped what they were doing, and without prior arrangement, they all prostrated themselves on the ground, not daring to raise their heads.
The overwhelming pressure forced Da Zhu and the others to kneel down, as if their backs were being pressed down by a thousand-pound weight; any struggle caused them pain all over their bodies.
When Jiang Nuo appeared in the black dragon sedan chair, his pupils suddenly turned red and he became demonic, rendering the oppressive aura completely ineffective against him.
"The Emperor has arrived!"
Before the black dragon sedan chair, fierce ghosts cleared the way, and wronged souls cried out for help.
The prostrate, lonely souls knelt and bowed, shouting repeatedly.
"Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor!"
Jiang Nuo: "..."
He moved closer to Si Yan, "Wasn't this supposed to be a prince's tomb?"
Even underground, they don't forget to plot and usurp power!
Si Yan gripped Jiang Nuo's hand again, slowly shook her head, equally puzzled.