Chapter 1 Everything in the Ancient Tomb

Everything in the ancient tomb shattered in the howling yin energy, revealing its original appearance.

A winding, secluded path, dilapidated and desolate houses, faded and blackened red paper pasted on the wooden doors, withered grass roots and dry moss in the corners of the walls...

He was still in the village, still in the original location. All the mountain climbing, water trekking, and cave-ins were just an illusion.

After breaking free from the illusion, Zhang Yuanqing abruptly turned his head, looking at the quiet path behind him. A thick, ink-like yin energy was surging from the end of the winding path.

Layer upon layer of churning, like thick smoke.

Right in front of the rolling smoke was the wailing Little Doubi.

He frantically moved his limbs, crying and crawling, bursting out with a speed that shouldn't be possible at his age. The smoke-like yin energy chased after him, ready to devour this round and adorable infant spirit at any moment.

At this moment, he was incredibly reliant on his master, like a child relying on their parents.

Zhang Yuanqing felt a chill from the bottom of his heart. Every nerve was roaring, "Run away!" Every muscle reflexively tensed up, and adrenaline soared, not to support the body in battle, but to prevent his legs from weakening when he fled.

The charm technique is broken. It's not too late to run away now... Looking at Little Doubi, who was about to be swallowed by the "smoke," Zhang Yuanqing's face twitched fiercely.

The next moment, he gritted his teeth and charged towards Little Doubi, towards the tsunami-like yin energy that was coming at him.

When he charged towards this terrifying yin energy, he truly understood Little Doubi's fear. The oncoming aura carried an unstoppable force, and even before it arrived, it made him, as a Night Watcher, feel his heart and guts splitting.

This was the pressure of a higher-level member of the same profession on a lower-level one.

Just like how Night Watchers restrained spiritual bodies, Zhang Yuanqing, in his rapid charge, shook open his Yin-Yang mage robe and put it on, summoning the Houtu Boots. He ran and wore them, his steps suddenly becoming heavy, each footstep emitting a muffled dong-dong sound, calming his chaotic aura.

After sprinting another dozen meters, his legs went weak, his calves cramped, and his face was as pale as paper.

The closer he got to that yin energy, the more terrified he became, as if he had encountered a natural enemy.

No, I can't stop... he told himself in his heart.

Two faint lights appeared, transforming into the Thug Gloves and the Burst Handgun.

Damn! What's there to be afraid of? A man dies with his balls facing the sky, let's take down this bitch... The moment he grasped the two items, Zhang Yuanqing suddenly had this thought in his mind, and with it, he gained immense courage, and the fear in his heart disappeared.

Dong, dong, dong!

He finally rushed to Little Doubi, opened his arms, and tightly hugged the infant spirit who was pouncing towards him.

It was also at this moment that the dense, ink-like yin energy surged before his eyes. Zhang Yuanqing saw the rolling black smoke disperse, revealing a pair of embroidered shoes and a pleated red skirt.

Then, he saw the "black smoke" spread apart against her full, high breasts, like a curtain being drawn open, revealing a beautifully curved jawline.

Finally, there was an exquisitely beautiful face. The widow Li at the village entrance was right, this woman was indeed very beautiful, but also very pale, so pale that it was frightening.

Si Lu Ke

And the most terrifying thing was her eyes. The eye sockets were filled with pitch-black energy, and the pupils were blood-red like gemstones.

Zhang Yuanqing's body trembled violently, his teeth clashing up and down, making a "kaka" sound. There was no color on his face at all, as pale as the red-skirted woman in front of him.

But his heart was beating violently, overworking, and the amplitude of the pumping could be seen through the rise and fall of his chest.

Immense fear exploded in Zhang Yuanqing's heart. This was the most terrifying enemy he had ever faced, except for the Demon Eye Heavenly King.

The Demon Eye Heavenly King did not possess the aura to suppress Night Watchers, but the red-skirted woman in front of him was different. In her lifetime, she was clearly a powerful Night Watcher, no, a Star Official.

Those eyes with pitch-black eye sockets and blood-red pupils stared at Zhang Yuanqing without any emotion. She slowly raised her hand, her sleeve sliding down, revealing a pale but delicate hand.

This hand reached for Zhang Yuanqing's neck.

With a bang, Zhang Yuanqing's emotions exploded.

He seemed to have been greatly stimulated. Under the imminent threat of death, the fire of burning everything together in his heart briefly suppressed his fear.

The boot on his right foot lit up with a heavy, slightly viscous yellow light.

The muscles in his right leg bulged, tearing his trouser leg.

Pa!

Zhang Yuanqing lashed out with a whip kick, striking at the pale hand that was reaching out.

The pale, delicate hand paused and slowly turned its palm.

Pa!

Zhang Yuanqing's whip kick happened to strike the red-skirted woman's palm, and then, his foot was grasped.

"Kacha..."

Zhang Yuanqing heard the sound of his foot bones breaking.

That hand was clearly delicate and beautiful, but it had unparalleled strength. What was even more terrifying was that the deadly kick from the Houtu Boots could not shake that delicate, pale hand in the slightest.

Invincible, invincible... The thought of "killing her" in Zhang Yuanqing's heart quickly died out.

He seemed to have lost his mind, becoming reckless, and slammed his hands together in front of his chest regardless.

"Boom!"

The strong wind and fiery red light raised the princess's skirt and lifted her black hair, but her face was cold and stiff.

Seeing that the shockwave of the explosion could not force the princess back, Zhang Yuanqing cursed "damn it" in his heart. Even the attack from the Houtu Boots couldn't repel her, why did I think that the extraordinary-quality gloves would work?

The worst thing was that this delay had wasted precious time to save his life.

The princess released his foot, and her pale, delicate hand reached out again, almost touching his neck.

A layer of white frost quickly condensed on Zhang Yuanqing's neck.

At this critical moment, Zhang Yuanqing pressed the drum button on the Cat King Speaker, while summoning the Red Dancing Shoes.

Dong! Dong! Dong!

The muffled, deafening drumbeat tore through the eardrums, targeting all spiritual bodies and spirits, causing listeners to feel fear and mental shock.

The princess's hand paused imperceptibly. The cold and fierce pupils seemed to shrink slightly, and then, her eyes became even more fierce, and raised black blood vessels climbed up her pale cheeks.

Although her face was stiff, Zhang Yuanqing clearly felt the burst of rage.

The drumbeat made her berserk? No, the drumbeat doesn't have that ability... Zhang Yuanqing was stunned at first, and then thought of something.

It's the Demon Lord!

The Demon Lord had also entered this copy back then. At that time, he must have also carried the Cat King Speaker. The drumbeat stimulated the princess, seemingly stirring up unpleasant memories for her...

Damn it, what did that idiot Demon Lord do to her back then?!

Zhang Yuanqing cursed in his heart.

Under the control of the Red Dancing Shoes, his legs bounced up, rising into the air, and avoided the princess's hand with a split.

The Red Dancing Shoes were not suppressed by the princess.

Zhang Yuanqing endured the pain in his right foot, hurriedly turned off the drumbeat, and looked back, his pupils shrinking violently.

The smoke-like yin energy had transformed into a palm larger than a house, grabbing towards him.

In the palm of the hand was the furious princess.

The palm, like an overturned building, slammed down on the running man and corpse.

Seeing this, Zhang Yuanqing immediately split his spiritual body into two, taking possession of the Yin corpse, while summoning a humanoid skin membrane as thin as cicada wings from the item bar.

Perfect Human Skin!

He threw this item hard at the undead number one behind him.

Undead number one (Zhang Yuanqing) took the item and put it over his head. The humanoid skin membrane "melted" into a pool of liquid, covering undead number one.

The next second, undead number one transformed into a young man in his early twenties, handsome and full of vigor.

It was Zhang Yuanqing.

This Zhang Yuanqing turned around and fled into a small path on the side, parting ways with the original body.

The giant hand that was overturning seemed to have received an influence in the dark, freezing in mid-air. After a brief struggle, it chased after the Zhang Yuanqing transformed from the Yin corpse.

"Phew... It didn't chase after me!"

Noticing that the tsunami-like yin energy was chasing after the Yin corpse, Zhang Yuanqing felt the joy of escaping death and the weakness of excessive emotional exhaustion.

Zhang Yuanqing did not dare to stay for a moment, urging the Red Dancing Shoes to rush towards the fields and the back mountain.

He wanted to use the Red Dancing Shoes' ability to ignore terrain and the convenience of not having to pay stamina to run to the ancient tomb in one breath.

The undead number one couldn't last long, no, couldn't run for long.

It would soon be killed by the princess.

The ancient tomb was a safe haven, not just being safe after leaving the village. The princess would definitely chase after him.

Zhang Yuanqing walked on the uneven mountain terrain and the large, protruding rock walls as if walking on flat ground, his target was the cave-in in his memory.

Although what he had seen before was an illusion, Zhang Yuanqing believed that it was not illusory, but an illusion created based on reality.

The reason was simple. He had never been to the ancient tomb, but everything there was so real, from the architecture of the ancient tomb to the burial objects, everything was reasonable and well-founded, which was how it had deceived him.

That bronze mirror was dug out from the ancient tomb, this was what it knew, so it was able to create such a seamless illusion.

A few minutes later, Zhang Yuanqing arrived at the cave-in in the illusion.

His analysis was correct, the ancient tomb was located here.

"Release!"

Zhang Yuanqing immediately released the wearing mode of the Red Dancing Shoes and quickly jumped into the cave-in, moving along the narrow passage.

The Red Dancing Shoes followed behind "dada dada", and the following information appeared above:

[Would you like to dance with me...]

It looked like it was desperately chasing after Zhang Yuanqing to ask for a dance.

After walking through the tomb raiding passage, Zhang Yuanqing jumped into the tomb chamber. First, he looked around. As expected, he saw the clay sculptures of the maids and guards standing in the four corners, even the cracks and broken limbs were exactly the same as in the environment.

Only then did he feel at ease and sat down on the ground with a thud, panting heavily.

The air in the tomb chamber was a bit stuffy, obviously there was not enough oxygen, which was different from the environment.

"I didn't even notice this detail, alas, I lack tomb raiding experience, I've suffered a big loss..."

Zhang Yuanqing sighed and thought.

"Dada dada..."

The Red Dancing Shoes followed him into the tomb chamber, came to his side, and kicked him with its left foot.

[Would you like to dance with me...]

If the master doesn't pay the price in a short time, the Red Dancing Shoes's fondness for the master will decrease and launch a chase after the master.

That kick showed that the Red Dancing Shoes didn't love him anymore.

"Yes, yes..."

Zhang Yuanqing helplessly got up, enduring the pain in his foot, and finished a dance with the Red Dancing Shoes.

He felt that his foot injury was more serious.

Zhang Yuanqing put away the Red Dancing Shoes and slumped to the ground, trying not to move his injured right foot.

The reason why he was able to finish the tap dance with a comminuted fracture of his foot bones was thanks to the Houtu Boots.

An honest man has good stamina!

Sometimes, the price of an item is not necessarily a capability. For example, just now, the reason why he was able to overcome the fear in his heart and overcome the pressure of a higher-level member was all thanks to the Thug Gloves and Burst Handgun, these two fire master items.

This was the basis for Zhang Yuanqing's subsequent series of operations.

Although it also led to reckless and mindless operations, the overall result was beneficial.

Suddenly, an unimaginable surge of pressure came from above.

Zhang Yuanqing's heart tightened, and he curled up instinctively, nervously looking up to observe.

The princess had chased after him.

He nervously observed for a long time, until the pressure hovered above for a long time, and then receded.

"She's gone?" Zhang Yuanqing let out a long breath, and then covered his chest, feeling a pang of heartache:

"It's a pity, I lost a Yin corpse... Using the 'bearing cause and effect' attribute of the perfect human skin to make the Yin corpse become his scapegoat, this method was something Zhang Yuanqing thought of in a flash of inspiration during the crisis just now.

Fu Qingyang was right, the more dangerous the moment, the more he could unleash his potential.

Although the perfect human skin was cursed, although it was a trap, from a certain point of view, it was an out-and-out divine artifact.

"I hope the princess won't take away the items, otherwise this copy will really be a blood loss."

Zhang Yuanqing stood up and turned his gaze to the aisle door, to the main tomb.

In the previous illusion, the coffin and boxes could not be opened. He wanted to see if these things could be opened in reality.