Tomb Raider: I Am Hu Bayi's Cousin

Chapter 193 Slaughterhouse

"No, don't worry, this 'city' is different from the Gig Ruins... it's much more eerie."

Hu Ming chuckled and looked at Yang Xueli, A Xiang, and Chu Yi, who were filled with doubt, and said, "I'll tell you about what happened that night later. Let's go see this yak howling at midnight first."

"More bizarre?"

Upon hearing this, Fatty and Hu Bayi were completely dumbfounded!
A parade of a hundred ghosts at night—isn't that eerie enough? This place is going to be even more bizarre!
"grass"

Thinking of this, Hu Bayi and Fatty felt extremely terrified and subconsciously moved a little closer to Hu Ming.

I didn't know whether to laugh or cry!
Looking at the two of them, Hu Ming had a few words he wanted to say.

moo~
Just then, a second moo came from the cow...

Pain, resentment, and unwillingness to accept defeat.

Although it was the sound of a yak, the people heard human emotions in it.

"Damn, could this be a yak that has come to life?"

"What happened to the rule that no spirits were allowed after the founding of the People's Republic of China? What do these monsters think of national policies?"

"Pah! That stuff is over two thousand years old. What right do post-founding policies have to interfere?"

Playing is playing, and making a fuss is making a fuss.

We still need to go and check on the situation.

The group of six cautiously made their way deeper into the cave, which was roughly the same structure as the houses they had seen before.

But deeper inside, there was a heavy stone door, which was slippery and covered with greasy substances.

Most strikingly, there is a blood-red handprint on the edge of the stone gate.

It's as if someone with blood on their hands left behind a bloody handprint on the stone door.

"This is yak blood, I can't mistake it!"

Chu Yi stepped forward, took a careful sniff, and said with certainty.

The people on the grasslands have been dealing with yaks for years, and they are very familiar with the blood of yaks.

Several people nodded.

The fat man took a deep breath, stepped back a few paces, and then suddenly sprinted forward, kicking open the stone door. The others followed him in with their guns raised, but there was still no one inside.

Inside the room, the walls were covered in blood, and in the center sat a stone table, a wooden stake, and a boning knife.

On top are chunks of fresh yak meat, and several pieces of cowhide that are still steaming hot.

These things look like they were just unloaded from yaks.

This was a slaughterhouse, and everyone immediately realized.

All of this seems perfectly normal, but when you add the fact that it was a slaughterhouse more than two thousand years ago, it becomes quite bizarre.

moo~
The sound of the cows mooing came from above.

Hu Ming looked with amusement at the bull's head hanging above his head, which was two or three times larger than that of an ordinary yak.

The bull's head had long been skinned clean, dripping with blood, and its two enormous eyes were wide open.

From inside the bull's nose, as if breathing, hot air was constantly being exhaled, and its eyes rolled up, down, left, and right, scrutinizing the group. This thing is still alive!

"Nima's..."

Hu Bayi, Fatty, and Chu Yi unconsciously let out a low, horrified groan, which even startled Yang Xueli and A Xiang.

"Calm down, this thing isn't dangerous, don't shoot!"

Hu Ming grabbed the fat man's hand as he was about to fire and examined it closely.

"The more I look at it, the more I feel that this bull's head was skinned alive, and its head was cut off just seconds ago, so it still retains some signs of life..."

Chu Yi instinctively reached for his waist, but unfortunately, the barley wine he had stored on him had long been used up along the way, so he found nothing.

"This city is truly eerie!"

Yang Xueli instinctively moved closer to Hu Bayi, seeking a sense of security, and murmured to herself.

She roughly understood what Hu Ming meant by "demon" earlier.

An ancient city from over two thousand years ago, a yak beheaded just seconds before, lights still burning outside, and a pot of stewing beef bubbling away?
All of this evokes a deep sense of dread and horror.

They had seen many evil things, but this kind of eerie ancient city was truly a rare sight in the world!
It was as if, more than two thousand years ago, time suddenly stopped, freezing everything in Evil Luo Sea City.

Hu Ming remained silent, merely gazing indifferently at the bull's head above him. His eyes narrowed slightly, and as everyone's attention was drawn to the bull's head, a subtle change occurred in his gaze. Instinctively, he communicated with some mysterious power, and a dragon-shaped phantom silently appeared behind Hu Ming and the others…

The bull's head before them seemed to be erased from a painting, disappearing bit by bit into thin air amidst the increasingly horrified gazes of the crowd.

"This……"

Everyone watched this scene unfold with blank expressions...

They felt that even if the Jade Emperor, Buddha, and Yahweh suddenly appeared before them tonight, it would be as if they could do anything.

They won't have any psychological fluctuations at all! In short, it's just a weird thing.

"Is that really the case..."

Hu Mingwei's barely audible whisper wasn't about the truth of the city, but rather about the application of the Boundless Demon Eye.

Those eyes are truly sinister! After the illusionary transformation was activated, the Ghost Mother was already dead.

But for thousands of years, this ancient city, vividly embodied in reality, has stood here intact.

When Hu Ming used the power of his own Golden Dragon bloodline, just like the demonic eyes of the Ghost Mother, his Golden Dragon Eyes could also easily erase everything in the room.

However, Hu Ming has not yet figured out the trick to creating something out of thin air like the Ghost Mother.

The night wind was cold, and the group lost the desire to stay inside the house. They stood at the entrance of the grotto.

Several grown men lit cigarettes in unison, gazing at the hazy moonlight obscured by dark clouds, remaining silent.

They wanted some peace and quiet.

"Mingzi, you said..."

Amidst the puzzled gazes of the crowd, the fat man smacked his lips and hesitantly spoke.

"Didn't we just eat a pot of beef that's been simmering for two thousand years? No wonder it tasted so good, so flavorful, and so satisfying!"

(End of this chapter)