Zuo Luo Revealed His True Form

The tombs of founding emperors were mostly simple, with very limited burial goods.

The tombs of the last emperors are mostly dilapidated, and some even lack a proper burial place.

Luo Zhong's imperial mausoleum was as barren as ever. If Luo Zhong hadn't prepared for it in advance, the tomb would have been difficult to even take shape.

Winding down the tomb passage for several minutes, you will reach the main burial chamber of Emperor Luo Zhong's tomb.

"Committee Member Zhang truly possesses a unique talent for imperial tomb selection!"

Jin Shixue originally intended to lead the way, but little did he know that Zhang Xuezhou entered the tomb of Emperor Luo Zhong with ease and without any hesitation, directly reaching the burial chamber.

If Zhang Xuezhou hadn't led him in and out of the Luowu Emperor's Mausoleum before, he would have seriously suspected that Zhang Xuezhou frequently entered and exited this imperial mausoleum, and whether he was involved in theft.

"You'll get used to this kind of place after walking around a bit more," Zhang Xuezhou replied simply.

"Walk around more?"

There were further inquiries regarding the complexities of Jin dynasty history.

But Zhang Xuezhou obviously did not respond again. Instead, he turned the searchlight in his hand to its highest brightness and kept looking around the tomb.

There are no lights in the tomb, and it is difficult for any sunlight to penetrate; it is pitch black no matter when you enter.

Similar to Zhang Xuezhou's previous visits to Luo Zhong's tomb, everything here remained largely unchanged, except for more messy shoe prints on the dusty ground.

"There's nothing here. Not even a skeleton, let alone a living person," Jin Shixue said enthusiastically.

"There are still remains!"

Zhang Xuezhou examined the ground and constantly compared it with the Luo Yan Imperial Mausoleum, trying to find out why Zuo Jin and others were paying more attention to this imperial mausoleum.

Investigating the disappearance of the three men was just something that happened to him, and it could also serve as a clue. Zhang Xuezhou's main focus was always on Zuo Jin, Zuo Luo, and Huang Daoxian.

"It's a pity that I don't have advanced escape techniques!"

Zhang Xuezhou ultimately concluded that Luo Zhong's imperial tomb needed a major excavation and renovation in order to uncover the secrets hidden underground.

He replied to Jin Shixue, then looked at the only skeleton in the tomb of Emperor Luo Zhong.

Having previously examined the somewhat dilapidated imperial coffin, Zhang Xuezhou found it unremarkable upon seeing it again, and had no interest in turning it over repeatedly.

He raised a searchlight to illuminate the scene, and saw gray and white clothing peeking through the gaps in the imperial coffin, along with white, withered bones missing their heads.

"No one knows where His Majesty's head went. The body has been separated from its head and neck for decades, and there has been no news of the head to this day!"

Zhang Xuezhou observed through the cracks in the imperial coffin, and Jin Shixue also tilted his head to examine the skeleton inside the coffin.

It was impossible for three people to be hidden inside an imperial coffin containing a skeleton. Jin Shixue didn't expect to discover anything from this inspection, but he was happy to learn from Zhang Xuezhou. He would do whatever Zhang Xuezhou did, hoping that he could improve his skills in archaeological tombs by following along.

He recited a sentence as usual.

Zhang Xuezhou's response was inconspicuous, and Jin Shixue didn't seem to care either.

He was wearing Zhang Xuezhou's matching leather jacket, and then adjusted his slightly dull sunglasses.

When he looked up again, he saw that the lid of Luo Zhong's coffin had been opened at some point, and a headless body sat up facing him.

This situation made Jin Shixue uneasy. He turned around to ask Zhang Xuezhou, but his body was as stiff as iron, and he had no strength to turn around.

Everything seemed to be just like when he entered the tomb of Emperor Luowu; Jin Shixue found himself trapped in it and unable to extricate himself.

He seems to have entered a hallucination again, a fatal one that still affects him to this day, and he has never fully recovered.

Despite seemingly possessing the strength of Fifth Sequence, Jin Shixue had never encountered such a bizarre situation before, and he was unable to handle it, even in their second encounter.

"Are you kidding me? How could I keep encountering such bad luck?"

"Committee Member Zhang... please save me!"

The thought crossed Jin Shixue's mind, and then he decisively chose the most effective way to ask for help.

However, Jin Shixue discovered that his thoughts were normal, but when he shouted, it was as if his body was unable to move. He clearly shouted, but he could not hear a sound in his own ears.

It was as if he were having a nightmare, and he was powerless to escape it, only able to let himself be affected by unknown factors, which even corrupted his mind.

"Something's not right. If Commissioner Zhang knows nothing about the Luo Li Emperor's Mausoleum, why would he wear a leather jacket and sunglasses during his hurried investigation?"

"I think I pushed up the visor to check the imperial coffin just now, which is why this happened!"

While in the tomb of Emperor Luowu, Jin historians struggled to cope with everything they saw and lacked their own independent thought.

This time, though he struggled futilely, his thoughts were not restricted.

Aside from the slight shock at the skeleton in the imperial coffin that suddenly sat up, he felt that he was still in a normal state.

"Committee Member Zhang, Committee Member Zhang..."

Regardless of whether his historical studies were useful or not, Jin Shixue repeatedly shouted, hoping to be pulled out of this bizarre situation.

His experience was extremely bizarre, while everything Zhang Xuezhou perceived was normal.

"Jin Shixue, is he gone?"

It wasn't until Zhang Xuezhou was about to leave the tomb that he noticed Jin Shixue was still bowing slightly, looking at Luo Zhong's imperial coffin, and Zhang Xuezhou realized something was wrong.

"Jin Historiography?"

Zhang Xuezhou called out again and gestured. A young helper who had followed him in stepped forward and tugged at Jin Shixue.

After Jin Shixue's body swayed slightly, the helper maintained the pulling motion, remaining completely still.

What's causing this?

Zhang Xuezhou shouted.

He looked at the imperial coffin a few meters away, took a deep breath, and then approached and gave it a heavy push.

The decaying and dilapidated imperial coffin did not appear heavy, especially since Luo Zhong's imperial coffin had been opened before, and Zhang Xuezhou pushed it open by more than half.

When he shone his searchlight into the imperial coffin, he saw Luo Zhong's withered skeleton rise up, a faint purple light rising like steam.

"Demons and monsters!"

Zhang Xuezhou was shocked, but he reacted quickly.

As he exhaled and shouted, he pointed at the skeleton, instantly unleashing the deterrent power of his crisis response.

A slight piercing sound came, and Zhang Xuezhou felt as if he had been struck.

He saw that Luo Zhong's skeleton was swaying and difficult to sit on, and there were whispers coming from within the skeleton.

"Help me!"

"Help me!"

"Help me!"

The continuous cries and subtle emotional fluctuations constantly conveyed the meaning of the language.

This kind of appeal was unfamiliar to Zhang Xuezhou, yet it also contained a tone that Zhang Xuezhou was familiar with.

"Zoro?"

"Save me! You are the only one I can draw here, my child!"

Zhang Xuezhou asked a question, followed by a slightly clichéd tone.

"How can I save you?" Zhang Xuezhou asked.

"Come closer to me, lower your head a little, and I'll explain myself!"

A low chanting sound came from behind him. Zhang Xuezhou looked at the skeleton and lowered his head.

A sharp, piercing sound seemed to come from Luo Zhong's corpse, like bones breaking. Just as Zhang Xuezhou was wondering what was going on, he heard a low, desperate murmur.

Why did you, this wicked seed, come?

A low, cursing voice emanated from Luo Zhong's skeleton, and countless vines then surged from the skeleton's chest cavity, wrapping around Zhang Xuezhou.

This shouldn't be my fate!

From within the vines, three entangled heads emerged, their rolled-back eyes staring at Zhang Xuezhou. Then, in unison, they uttered desperate cries, baring their blood-stained teeth as they lunged forward.

"What do you intend to do to Zuo Teng? Do you want to devour his body?"

Among Luo Zhong's remains, Zuo Luo's ugly behavior was fully revealed, and Zhang Xuezhou was able to identify it completely.

Suppressed and intimidated by Zhang Xuezhou, Zuo Luo manifested as a vine-like plant, and lunged at Zhang Xuezhou with bared teeth and claws.

But when they touched Zhang Xuezhou, the vines and heads seemed to be struck by lightning, trembling and falling continuously. They eventually lay on Luo Zhong's corpse, twisting back and forth like dead snakes, and the piled-up vines kept overflowing from the imperial coffin.

As Zhang Xuezhou had previously suspected, Zuo Luo had indeed run into serious problems.

"Isn't this your fate? Did you suffer some misfortune to end up like this?"

He recalled what Zuo Luo had said in that brief outburst, and pondered Zuo Luo's situation, finding the whole thing absurd beyond imagination.

Zuo Luo, from the Huang Daoxian lineage who were skilled in manipulation techniques, was actually defeated by manipulation techniques.