Distortion

"Wow, so much grass!"

"The grass growing on the imperial coffin is the most lush, and it's even blooming!"

Did Luo Ke really die from having grass growing in his head?

What kinds of man-eating plants are these?

"Is this a method used by the royal family to prevent tomb raiders?"

Zuo Quan and Zuo Jin were busy hacking and slashing outside the palace, and the people inside the main hall were in a similar state.

Compared to the long, thorny, blood-sucking purple grass outside the hall, the grass inside the hall can launch finger-length grass arrows with a force no less than that of ordinary bows and arrows.

Previously, using a flamethrower to clear the way outside the hall was sufficient, but it is now difficult to use such methods to drive people away inside the hall.

As if guarding the purple flower atop the emperor's coffin, the numerous poisonous plants scattered haphazardly throughout the hall launched waves of attacks upon the crowd.

"This thing is so thin and small, it's impossible to block it. You should all be careful too!"

Zhou Rihui walked at the very front, waving a stick in both hands, like a scarecrow on a straw boat. His body was covered with dense straw arrows, and even his protective inner armor couldn't withstand their penetrating force.

Following closely behind, Wang Yi'an swept his flamethrower around, instantly turning the long poisonous arrows on Zhou Rihui's body into black ash.

But the arrows in the hall seemed endless, the dense barrage never ceasing, which made Wang Yi'an frown, sensing that something was amiss in the hall.

"What kind of special breed is this?"

"I feel like this thing is like an unlimited supply of bullets. It's illogical for these grass arrows to keep firing non-stop. Does anyone else feel the same way?"

"No wonder the Luofu Dynasty was invincible before. If they planted a row of these poisonous weeds on the battlefield, wouldn't that turn it into a forbidden zone!"

"Gentlemen, in the past, we didn't rely on straw in battles. I feel there's something wrong here!"

The people in the main hall were in a flurry of activity, but their coordination was relatively smooth.

The group not only brought various tools, but also took all the necessary precautions.

It was rare to see Zhou Rihui wearing soft armor; the other members of the sequence committee wore hard armor with attached metal plates, lined with high-density corrosion-resistant leather, and also wore protective devices against poison gas.

The group was unafraid of poisonous gas and water, and even unfazed by the possibility of being struck by crossbow bolts.

No one expected to encounter such a peculiar poisonous herb in the imperial tomb.

Some Sequence Holder are skilled at using fast-growing poisonous plants, but those plants grow quickly and die quickly, so they are mostly used to set traps.

In Luo Ke's imperial tomb, these poisonous plants have been growing for a very long time, perhaps thirty, forty, or fifty years, or even longer.

Gravesites are not suitable environments for grass to grow, but poisonous plants are everywhere in this mausoleum.

Outside the hall, poisonous weeds only grew in the cracks in the ground, but inside the hall, they were densely packed everywhere, even on the load-bearing wooden pillars.

These long purple grasses can be cut and regrown, only turning into black ash when exposed to flames.

Moreover, these poisonous plants seem to be endless, and they haven't diminished even after being burned by flames.

"Get a little closer to the imperial coffin and pluck that flower. I think that flower is probably like the queen bee in a beehive, and it will definitely make these poisonous weeds behave themselves," Wang Yi'an urged Zhou Rihui.

"Don't rush me! I'm covered in hundreds of pounds of grass, and my head is also covered in grass, so I can't see clearly what's in front of me!"

"I wouldn't dare hit you on the head with a flamethrower!"

"Ugh, so frustrating! Why haven't I made it into the Seventh Sequence?!"

Zhou Rihui swayed his body wildly, and with a casual grab on his head, he pulled out countless dense grass arrows.

As soon as he tore off the grass arrow, he felt a slight light ahead, and then countless more grass arrows flew over, completely filling the empty space that had been torn open.

This made Zhou Rihui somewhat irritated.

Although the hall was only a hundred meters long, Zhou Rihui felt as if he had walked for a lifetime.

"This godforsaken place should be burned down first, then it'll be much easier to find things!"

Zhou Rihui expressed various grievances.

Zhang Xuezhou was holding a camera in the team that was exploring the imperial tomb.

He looked at the chaotic crowd, grabbing and running around in disarray, and then at the purple grass that had grown half a meter tall on the imperial coffin.

This plant resembles a gladiolus, and in its center, a purple bud slowly unfolds, emitting bursts of purple light.

Everyone wore gas masks, which protected them from the poisonous gas, but anyone who saw the purple glow would fall into a hallucination.

"I think I'm hallucinating too!"

Zhang Xuezhou was able to remain conscious simply because of his high level of mental fortitude.

But when Zhang Xuezhou looked at the purple grass growing on the imperial coffin, he realized that what he was seeing was different from what the camera showed.

Although the purple grass looked the same, the direction he saw was completely different from the direction captured by the camera.

If filmed from Zhang Xuezhou's perspective, the camera would be focused on the concubines' pool next to the imperial coffin.

The Concubine Pool was not a place for concubines to bathe, but rather a pool where the corpses of concubines were piled up for burial.

More than ten female skeletons lay crookedly in the pool, some with their heads and necks separated, clearly indicating they had been beheaded.

Some sharp blades were stuck upside down in the center of the pool, their dark blue blades still gleaming coldly.

Although it is said to be a weapon used to kill concubines, it is clear that stepping into it rashly would not be a pleasant experience.

Zhang Xuezhou hesitated somewhat, unsure whether to trust his own eyes or modern camera equipment.

"Humans are alive, machines are inanimate. Psychedelics can affect people, but they can't affect machines. However, I don't believe I've been under the influence of psychedelics!"

Zhang Xuezhou squinted slightly, constantly observing the strange differences presented in the vision and the machine.

Deep blue Law Power light constantly washed over his body.

With various methods employed, Zhang Xuezhou was clearly eliminating the possibility that he had been bewitched.

"Go!"

Once the physical effects were eliminated, Zhang Xuezhou stopped looking ahead, flicked his finger, and the pen in his pocket flew through the air in an arc.

The pen was flicked towards the purple grass on the imperial coffin, but when Zhang Xuezhou opened his eyes, he saw that the pen had landed in the concubines' pool.

"I wasn't hallucinated, but the purple light seemed to distort space, causing a visual illusion!"

The simple test yielded the most direct results, and Zhang Xuezhou walked along with a camera.

Compared to his eyes, this instrument presented a more realistic effect.

After adjusting the focus, Zhang Xuezhou also saw a purple crystal chip wrapped inside the bud of the purple grass. It was this crystal chip that refracted the light of the purple grass, thus creating the visual difference.

Zhang Xuezhou dared not be careless.

He took a utility knife and approached the imperial coffin, carefully inserting the tip of the knife into the flower bud.

With a slight exertion of force, the purple crystal chip was lifted up.

With a swift grab of his gloved right hand, the purple chip was instantly in his grasp.

Zhang Xuezhou focused his gaze slightly, and saw that the purple crystal chip reflected countless images of himself, as if looking through a kaleidoscope.

In the dim light, the self in the chip grew white hair and beard, and its appearance gradually transformed into that of a dignified old man.

Just a few seconds later, thousands of elderly people also stared at Zhang Xuezhou.

"Huang Daoxian?"

Zhang Xuezhou frowned and stared intently, only to see the old man in the chip also frowning and looking at him.

Clearly, Zhang Xuezhou was dissatisfied that the Scarlet Alliance State actually had an Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demon- level hidden figure.

In the chip that Zhang Xuezhou was looking at, the old man also seemed to be dissatisfied with Zhang Xuezhou's unauthorized trespassing and destructive behavior in the imperial tomb.