Tomb Raider: I Am Hu Bayi's Cousin

Chapter 564 Goodbye, Little Brother!

Hu Ming showed no interest in these things he already knew, and continued to examine the circular imprint with a slight frown.

Suddenly, Hu Ming pointed his fingers like knives, and to the astonishment of the others, he used his two-finger probing technique, striking the center of the ring with lightning speed!
Click!

The crisp sound of the wooden planks cracking rang out as Hu Ming's two fingers easily pierced through the coffin, opening up a hidden little space.

This is a square space of about three inches.

Inside, a small, exquisite, and simple square seal lies quietly.

Upon seeing this unusually familiar small ancient seal, Hu Ming's eyes widened instantly. He took the little thing out in disbelief and examined it closely.

Ancient and weathered, the seal is engraved with two rows of eight small ancient seal characters: "Heavenly Official bestows blessings, all taboos are lifted!!!"
This thing is clearly the tomb raider's seal that Hu Ming wears around his neck!
Subconsciously, Hu Ming covered his chest to check if his Faqiu Seal was still there.

"Damn the Zhang family, damn the tomb raiders! Indeed, history is always written by people. You can't completely disbelieve it, but you can't completely believe it either. Anyone who believes it completely is a complete idiot!"

Hu Ming chuckled expressionlessly; he probably already understood.

Was the seal of the tomb raider destroyed by the Guanshan lineage during the Yongle period of the Ming Dynasty?
fart!
To put it bluntly, Hu Ming even believed that the Zhang family was one of the originators of the ancient Chinese tomb raiding industry!
The Zhang family members were skilled for generations in astronomical observation and dragon-finger probing techniques—aren't these the standard skills of a tomb raider?
It's not hard to understand why the Zhang family might have controlled the orthodox tomb raiding seals for a period of time.
As for the one that was destroyed by the Guanshan lineage...
During the Ming Dynasty, the Zhang family was not yet weak; was it really that difficult for them to treat the insignificant Feng family of Guanshan like monkeys?
With the Zhang family's resources, wouldn't it be difficult to forge a replica of the Faqiu Seal that's virtually indistinguishable from the real thing? And is the Faqiu Seal really just this much? What about the Yin-Yang Seals?

Holding the Tomb Raider Seal in one hand, avoiding the gazes cast upon him, Hu Ming simply stored it in his personal space, showing no intention of revealing this true history to them.

In any case, the initial seal obtained from the system was genuine, and that's enough.

As for the second genuine tomb raiding seal, Hu Ming hadn't yet figured out what to do with it.

A short while later, Hu Ming and the others slowly walked out of Zhang Ruitong's mourning hall.

As always, Fatty didn't care that Zhang Ruitong was Zhang Qishan's grandfather. After all, Fatty wasn't a member of the Nine Gates and had absolutely no relation to Zhang Qishan, okay?
All the precious burial items found beneath Zhang Ruitong's body ended up in the fat man's pocket.

At this moment, the four of them were cautiously exploring deeper into this level.

The eerie footsteps, sometimes faint and sometimes faint, became more and more frequent.

Even without Hu Ming's warning, Wu Xie and the other two subconsciously became alert, sensing a tremendous danger approaching.

Deep in the corridor on this floor, the footprints that Hu Ming and his companions were following suddenly came to an abrupt end, and there was no trace of human habitation ahead.

Hu Ming shone the light upwards.

Sure enough, a crack was violently smashed open in the ceiling!
Is it up there?

Little Flower stared at the dark crack and murmured to herself.

"Yes, the sound is coming from there."

Hu Ming nodded slightly, and with a sudden burst of energy, he rose from the ground and leaped halfway up into the three-meter-high crevice.

"Whistle~" With his night vision ability, Hu Ming could see the situation above the crack without even needing a light, and he whistled lightly.

The top floor is not actually a standard floor of the ancient building, but a special storage space similar to a secret room.

It is about 30 square meters in size, and the shelves around it are filled with countless precious calligraphy and paintings.

Clearly, the Zhang family knew the formidable nature of their ancient building's final defensive measures and were unwilling to let these precious items be destroyed, so they specially built this enclosed secret room to store them.

Huo Xiangu already knew the final defensive measures of the Zhang Family Ancient Building, and she went to great lengths to obtain the architectural blueprints of Yangshi Lei in order to find such a safe place to save her life.

but
The vast space was filled with corpses.

Huo Xiangu's withered corpse lay quietly among the crowd. Her once snow-white skin, a hallmark of Huo family women, was now shrouded in a layer of gray.

The lividity characteristic of the dead had long since spread all over the body, making it hardly aesthetically pleasing.

It seemed these people had been eking out a living here for quite some time; even through the gas mask, Hu Ming could still clearly smell the stench of excrement and urine.
It sounds disgusting, but it's true. Upon closer inspection, the lower half of the clothes on these dead people were filthy and unsightly.

Even Huo Xiangu was no exception.
What was most unsettling was that all of these people had gaunt faces and were bleeding from their seven orifices. Countless dark red bloodstains flowed from their seven orifices and gathered at the bottom of their feet, leaving behind dark red dried bloodstains.

Coupled with the horrified and desperate expressions on the faces of the dead, this place was truly a living hell.

He rolled over and went up to the top. Hu Ming gestured to Wu Xie and the others below, took off his gas mask, and without caring about the dirt, sat down next to the "corpse" who was sitting cross-legged on one side.

This is the young man.

"Tsk, if it weren't for my incredibly sharp senses and superior hearing, I would have really thought you were dead right here."

Lighting a cigarette, Hu Ming patted the motionless young man's body, secretly relieved, and teased him.

The young man didn't react at all, remaining motionless, as if he were truly a corpse.

However, Hu Ming keenly noticed that the young man's chest would throb slightly every few tens of seconds, and he could hear his breathing at the same time.

Upon closer inspection, a pair of exquisitely designed silver bracelets were visible on the young man's wrists.

In the darkness, the pair of silver bracelets faintly emitted a strange, almost imperceptible glow, rising and falling with the young man's unusually long breaths.

"You really came... You shouldn't have come in."

"Hurry! Time...time is running out..."

"It's been fed. It's awake."

Just as Wu Xie and the other two climbed up the ladder, and the light filled the dark room, Xiao Ge's eyelids trembled slightly, and his dry lips moved.

The young man's voice was so faint that no one except Hu Ming could hear it.