The elevator platform slowly descended.
Master Yi Mei's brows were tightly furrowed. "Such dense corpse energy."
He murmured, but Fatty was unconcerned. "Master, this is a tomb chamber, if not corpse energy, would there be fox energy? It's quite normal."
Fatty scoffed, but Master Yi Mei shook his head. "There are several kinds of energy. After a person dies, sometimes a breath remains, and this breath is called corpse energy."
"If, by accident, it can form a zombie. Small zombies are fine, but if it's someone who knew sorcery or the like in life, and becomes a zombie, then it's troublesome."
As Master Yi Mei spoke, Fatty tilted his head. "Isn't it just a Zongzi? What's there to fear? Boss and I took care of Zongzi before."
Fatty said proudly, and Master Yi Mei shook his head, no longer wanting to talk to him. Zongzi and zombies had quite a gap between them. Zombies could cultivate, but Zongzi were a bit more difficult.
At the same time, Master Yi Mei secretly rejoiced that he hadn't taken this fellow into his sect.
"I think I've heard legends of zombies, but do these things really exist?" Hu Bayi interjected from the side. He had seen Zongzi, a kind of reanimated corpse. But zombies, he had truly never seen. Like the blood-sucking zombies in old tales, Hu Bayi felt they weren't as formidable as Zongzi.
Zhang Tian nodded, then shook his head. Who knew if they existed? They would find out once they went down.
The altar slowly descended.
Soon, below, a large tomb chamber appeared. Inside the tomb, countless cultural relics, treasures, and even many burial objects, all appeared before their eyes. The items here were dazzling, covering almost the entire tomb chamber. On one side, there were even many paintings.
"So narcissistic. I've seen narcissistic people, but never this narcissistic. Boss, this guy actually hung his own portrait in the tomb chamber. If you didn't know, you'd think he was dressed as a ghost to scare people," Fatty commented, looking at the portraits in the tomb chamber. The person in the portrait was Huang Shuliang, with a human body and a weasel's face. He was indeed ugly. Compared to Fatty, the weasel had a slight edge.
This tomb chamber was vast, and within it were many coffins, with a largest bronze coffin in the center. Burial objects were also abundant, found in almost every corner.
Zhang Tian looked at the coffin in the center. In front of the coffin was an altar, upon which lay a large pile of bones. Clearly, this was where the witch performed sacrifices, having already sacrificed ninety-five people. Or, to be precise, including the witch, it was ninety-six people.
From a great distance, a heavy black corpse energy could be felt emanating from the central bronze coffin. The corpse energy had solidified, seeping out from the coffin.
"Boss, the people inside are scorched? Why is there black smoke?"
"Honestly, he needs an ice pop to cool down." Fatty popped a piece of dough into his mouth, eating as he looked at the central coffin. Since the wild boar meat was finished, they could only eat the fine noodles they brought. Noodles could not only leave clues to their route but also save their lives in the most difficult times.
"There are zombies inside. Did this Huang Shuliang turn himself into a zombie?" Master Yi Mei slowly spoke, his gaze serious yet tinged with reverence.
"But didn't we kill a Huang Daxian before? Why is there another one here?" Xie Yuchen couldn't help but ask.
"This person is probably not a weasel. Demons don't become zombies. This person probably liked weasels too much and drew himself as a weasel, impersonating one."
"To figure it out, we need to open the coffin," Master Yi Mei said, his peach wood sword already in his hand.
Zhang Tian quickly stopped Master Yi Mei. "Don't rush. If we open the coffin now, the surrounding artifacts will inevitably be disturbed and buried. The artifacts might be severely damaged then. Let's move these artifacts away first."
Zhang Tian had not forgotten his original intention. He was a spirited youth enjoying himself in a tomb, living out his ideals. He had to contribute to China's scientific and historical research.
Master Yi Mei heard this and stopped his actions. Everyone looked at Zhang Tian. Xie Yuchen hadn't expected Zhang Tian to still be thinking about protecting artifacts at this moment. His opinion of Zhang Tian had risen a notch. Zhang Tian's perspective had broadened considerably in his mind.
"Boss, what should we do?" Fatty asked, looking around.
"There are quite a few coffins. To avoid any potential reanimation later, we can directly open the smaller coffins. This will not only resolve the hidden danger but also allow us to hide things inside the coffins."
As Zhang Tian spoke, everyone agreed. Zhang Tian had thought it through meticulously. If Huang Shuliang had truly become a zombie, then the surrounding coffins would surely not be spared. Rather than be surrounded later, it was better to deal with the smaller ones now.
Zhang Qilin approached a coffin and pushed it open with two fingers. "Awesome, opening a coffin with two fingers?" Fatty swallowed. Zhang Qilin's fingers were not only long but also strong, which was Fatty's dream.
Upon opening the coffin, a bone-skin corpse was revealed. The coffin might have contained some special preservative, as the corpse had not fully decayed.
Next, Hu Bayi and Zhang Tian's coffins were also opened. Gradually, Zhang Tian noticed something was amiss. "Wait, the placement and number of these coffins seem different!" Zhang Tian suddenly exclaimed.
Hu Bayi quickly took out his compass. "This is the arrangement of the eighteen constellations!"
"Crazy, utterly crazy!" Hu Bayi was utterly shocked when he saw the arrangement of the coffins and their feng shui implications. He kept muttering to himself.
Everyone looked over. Zhang Qilin even gently patted Hu Bayi's shoulder. Hu Bayi, holding his compass, rushed to Zhang Tian's side. "Boss, this is an eighteen-star constellation route map, far superior to the seven-star coffins we encountered before."
"This thing not only serves a protective purpose, but also, beneath each coffin's position, lies a vital spot of the dragon脉 (ley line). And Huang Shuliang's coffin is at the head of the eighteen constellations, the head of the dragon脉, which signifies..."
As Hu Bayi spoke, Zhang Tian exchanged a look with him, and they spoke almost simultaneously. "He is absorbing the energy of the golden脉!"
They both spoke at the same time, and in the next moment, the coffins that had just been opened began to shake violently. The corpses inside three coffins abruptly sat up.
"B-Boss, they're reanimating." Fatty swallowed, his voice trembling slightly.
"It seems we need to deal with these seventeen coffins first."
"Master, second brother, try your best to prevent these corpses from leaving their coffins. Kill them within the coffins, otherwise, the antiques and other items on the ground will be affected." Zhang Tian said, and the others nodded. Zhang Qilin had already flashed past.
Master Yi Mei, on the other hand, was skilled at dealing with Zongzi. As a Taoist priest, he was adept at handling such things. Zhang Tian naturally joined in, and soon, the three corpses were slain and burned to death within their coffins.
As for Fatty, he was stealthily making his way to a wall. His eyes gleamed as he looked at the sparkling beads on the wall. "Good heavens, this thing must be worth a lot of money."