Chapter 1

Five decades prior, Changsa Dart Summit.

Foursome tomb robbers were crouching on a heap, all of them were quiet as they looked at the Luoyang shovel on the earth.

The shovel contained an old soil that had been dug out of the ground. Weirdly enough, the soil was continually dripping a scarlet liquid, as if it had been soaked in blood

"I think we're in a critical situation here." Lao Yantou said as he tapped his tobacco out onto the ground. "There's blood corpse underneath. We are all going to meet our demish beneath if we are reckless."

"Are we going to descend or not? Just give us a reply - yes or no. Don't prolong!" A one - eyed young lad said. "If your gams make it too troublesome for you, then just don't descend. Otherwise, my brother and I will go. Whatnot, we will just going to blast it."

Rather than getting mad, Lan Yantou burst out laughing and said to the whiskered man beside him, "Your lad is a bit hotheaded and boastful. You have to discipline him more. Or else something plausibly happen. In this kind of job, don't just depend on guns."

The unshaven man scowled at the young lad, "You rude brat, why are you talking to the older people like that?! You were still inside your mother's womb when he was raiding tombs."

"Why am I...mistaken? Didn't old tomb burglars use to say that blood corpse are a good sign? There must be a presence of valuables down there. If we don't climb down now, for sure we will regret it."

"How dare you speak to me like that?!" The whiskered man raised his hand to hit him but Lao Yantou obstructed it with his pipe.

"Don't hurt him, he's the same as you when you were younger. This is what we call, "Bad examples breed bad habits."

When the one - eyed lad saw his dad was being lectured, he bowed his head and smirk. Lao Yantou cough and then strike the one - eyed lad upside the head with a stick, "What are you smirking at? When it comes to blood corpses, no fixed outcome is determined. In the past, your uncle excavated such things in Luoyang and has been insane ever since. No one knows what became of him.

Afterward, I will descend first and then you follow behind me. Er Yazi, you get the tuhaozi and be last in line. San Yazi you will stay here. If all of us go down at once and something occurs, we won't be able to get out right away. You will grip onto one end of the tuhaozi's rope and tug things out as soon as we give a signal."

The youngest lad was hesitant, "I don't want to! You're playing favorites! I will tell mother about this!"

Lao Yantou laughed, "Look, look San Yazi is still such a brat. Stop making a fuss and you wait here. I will find you an ornate blade later.

"I don't want you to find it. I want to find it myself."

The one - eyed lad instantly became furious and grasped his brother's ears, "You idiot, are you looking for problem? Are you purposely annoying me?"

The youngest lad appeared to have been hit a lot and often. When he saw that his brother was really furious, he became too frightened to say a word. He looked straight to his father for help, but his father ignored him and went to put their equipments in order instead. His brother seemed pleased with this and added, "Why are you such a bummer? Father won't help you this time. If you try and start a fuss again, I'll beat you up!"

Lan Yantou spanked him on the shoulder and yelled, "Sonny, let's get our stuffs!" With that said, he began shoshovelingil like a tornado.

Thirty minutes thereafter, a boundless tunnel had been dug out. Other than his brother who came up occasionally for air, the youngest lad couldn't even hear any noises coming from the hole. He became irritated and shouted into the hole, "Grandpa, did you dig through?"

A few seconds passed, a hush voice came from the distant core, "We're not...sure... You remain in your place and fasten....the rope!"

It was his brother's voice. Then he heard Lao Yantou cough, "Be quiet... Listen! There's a movement!"

Then, there was dead silence.

The young lad was too frightened to talk, knowing that there must be something wrong below. All of a sudden he heard a terrifying gege sound coming from the hole, almost like the guttural calls.

Then, his elder brother shouted from below, "San Yazi, pull!"

He didn't hesitate a bit, he tugged on the tuhaozi's rope and pulled. But he had only pulled it a bit when something suddenly seemed to grab the rope from below. The opposing factions even started pulling the rope towards the grave robber's tunnel. The young lad didn't expect this to happen so he was almost pulled into the hole as well. He used his quick - thinking to swiftly tie the rope around his waist and then inclined his whole body rearwards until his back was almost at a thirty - degree angle to the ground. This was a trick he used when he was playing tug - of - war with his friends in the village. With all of his weight on the rope, even a donkey couldn't beat him.

Sure thing, in this way, he was capable to hold his self against the thing in the hole.Each sides continued to struggle, but none of the parties could gain the upper hand. A moment later of this tug - of - war, he heard a gunfire come from the hole and then his father shouted, "San Yazi, run!!!"

He felt the rope released and then the tuhaozi emerged of the hole with a whoosh. There seemed to be, something hanging on it, but the young lad didn't have the time to look at it now. He knew that something must have happened down there, so he grabbed the tuhaozi and turned to run.

He didn't dare to stop until he was more than a few miles away. When he held the tuhaozi out in his arms to take a look at it, he suddenly cried out in fright. As it turned out, a bloody severed hand was hooked onto the tuhaozi. He recognized that hand and couldn't help but start crying. It was clearly his brother's hand. Even if he wasn't dead, it seemed that his brother had been crippled.

When he thought of this, he couldn't help but clench his teeth. He wanted to go back and save his father and brother but as soon as he looked back, he saw a blood - red thing crouching behind him and looking right at him.

The young lad wasn't an idiot. He had followed his father to many graves before and had seen a lot of unusual things. He knew that anything could happen underground. The most important thing was to not make a fuss and to be realistic. You had to know that no matter how dangerous a ghost was, it wasn't more powerful than a living person. Whether it was a black bear or white bear, it had to accept the law of physics. If a bullet hit and destroyed it, then there was nothing to be afraid of.

With that thinking, he soothed his nervous heart and begin pulling back. He pulled the box-gun from his waistband and got ready to fire a few shots sequentially. As long as there was any movement from that bloody hell thing, he would rain it with bullets.

But he didn't expect that bloody thing to suddenly stand up at this time. When the young lad took a closer look, he felt his scalp go numb and his stomach churn. This was clearly a person who had been skinned! He was covered in blood as if he had squeezed himself out of his skin. But it was truly a miracle that such a person could still walk around in that condition. Was this the true face of a blood corpse?

As he was pondering, the blood corpse abruptly leaned forward and rushed towards him. The young lad was immediately face-to-face with it, the smell of that face dripping with blood and its pernicious scent storming to his nostril. The young lad took advantage of the situation and fell backward while firing a bullet into that thing's chest at close range. The distance was so close that all the bullets packed a big punch, causing that thing's blood to fly everywhere. As it took several steps backward, the young lad felt a flash of triumph. He once again pointed his gun at that thing's head and pulled the trigger, but then he heard a click.

The gun was stuck!

His great-uncle had dug up this old box-gun from a warlord's grave back in the day. It hadn't been used in many years, but unfortunately, he had been running around with his father over the past few years and didn't have time to maintain it. There were very few opportunities to shoot at ordinary times, so who would have expected to stuck now?

But the young lad wouldn't give up so easily. When he saw that the gun wasn't working well, he immediately pulled his arm back and threw the gun at the blood corpse with all of his strength. Regardless of whether he missed or not, he turned his head and ran away. This time, he didn't even dare to look back. He saw a big tree in front of him and immediately started running towards it, thinking that the bloody thing wouldn't be able to climb trees. But at this time, he suddenly tripped and fell. His whole face smashed up against a stump and his nose and mouth were filled with blood.

The young lad slapped the ground hard, feeling fierce anger in his heart. Why the hell was he so unlucky?!

At this moment, he heard the sound of the wind behind him and knew that King of Hell had come to collect him. I'm going to die, so be it, he thought harshly. He remained lying on the ground, not bothering to get up.

But in an unexpected turn of events, the blood corpse stepped on him as if it hadn't seen him at all, its bloody footprints immediately leaving marks on his back. The blood corpse was surprisingly heavy, and as soon as it put its weight down, the young lad felt a tickle in his throat, as though all of the bile in his stomach was about to come up. Moreover, the place on his back that was stepped on immediately became itchy and his eyes became hazy. He quickly realized that he might have been poisoned, and the toxicity was very high. In a daze, he saw that his brother's severed hand, which was lying not too far away, actually seemed to be holding something.

He blinked hard, took a closer look, and discovered that it was an ancient piece of silk. Whatever brother was so desperate to bring out definitely isn't ordinary, he thought to himself. And now I don't even know what happened to them. In any case, I have to take good care of this so that even if I really die, they can find it whenever they find my body. That way, brother's hand won't have been severed for nothing and I won't have died in vain.

As he thought this, he struggled to crawl over to his brother's severed hand. When he finally reached it, he forcibly opened his brother's clenched fist, took the piece of silk out, and then stuffed it into his sleeve.

At this time, there was a buzzing sound in his ears, it felt like his eyes were covered in a layer of gauze, and his hands and feet began to feel cold. Based on his previous experiences, the crotch of his pants must be covered in urine and feces right now. After all, people who died from corpse poisoning suffered very ugly deaths. What he hoped for the most right now was that the girl in the next village wouldn't see him like this.

His muddled thoughts were running wild and his brain had stopped listening to him, but at this time, he began to vaguely hear the strange gege sound he had heard in the grave robber's tunnel earlier.

He vaguely felt that something was wrong. After fighting with the blood corpse for so long, he hadn't heard it make that noise, so why was it making it again now? Could it be...that thing he saw just now wasn't a blood corpse? But then what did he see?

It was a pity that he could hardly think at this time. He raised his head out of reflex and saw a huge, strange face leaning down and looking at him. Those two pupilless eyes were completely empty and didn't have a spark of life in them at all.

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