Simultaneous travel: I have forged an immortal name in the heavens

Chapter 131 [King Xian’s Tomb, a Living Shock! ]

"Kick-kick--!"

Another sinister laugh was heard in the small space.

The laughter sounded like the sound of teeth chattering, echoing in the hall and making people feel creepy.

People’s greatest fear is facing the unknown.

But unfortunately, this grinning ghost met a group of people nicknamed - Ghost-Seeing!

Afraid? nonexistent.

Not to mention Fatty Wang, who is so bold as to stare at evil spirits, Hu Bayi and Shirley Yang are also extremely courageous.

The four of them looked at each other.

"It's weird!"

As soon as Hu Bayi heard this ghostly laugh that sounded like both crying and laughing, he immediately turned around and shone the flashlight towards the source of the sound.

The light illuminates a corner of the palace.

But there was nothing in the dark corner over there, and thick dust accumulated.

Fatty Wang had sharp eyes. He saw a flash of red in the air and quickly reminded everyone.

"Be careful, Old Hu, Little Master Yang, there's something fishy going on here!"

"What are you afraid of!"

When Hu Bayi was still an ordinary person, he dared to break into the ancient city of Jingjue, went down into many tombs, and fought a battle with the zombie general of the Liao Dynasty.

Now that his physical fitness has reached an extraordinary level, he is not afraid at all.

"Let's go! Let's catch up and take a look. Master Hu, I have never really seen a ghost."

"Fatty, if there are ghosts, use our materialistic ideas as a great weapon to purify these remnants of decadent imperialism."

Hu Bayi led the way, holding in one hand an M1A1 submachine gun that he had found in a crashed American transport plane, and in the other hand a black donkey hoof.

Whether it is physical salvation or theological salvation, you must be prepared for both. No matter what evil spirit comes, you have to lie down!
The group of people were as light as swallows, and some of them jumped like the light skills in martial arts novels, and quickly chased after the person in red who disappeared around the corner.

"Come on, Master Yang, I think you are more reliable. It's time for you to show your skills, clear away all obstacles from evil forces, and cleanse the feudal remnants." Fatty Wang showed agility that was inconsistent with his size. He ran very fast, without even breathing hard, and was in the mood to make jokes.

The conversation between the two is not only full of retro feeling, but also very funny.

indeed.

Just a little ghost, no matter whether she is a fierce ghost or a zombie, it is nothing to Yang An.

Yang An strolled leisurely in this gloomy palace as if he was on a picnic.

"Eye of Reality and Falsehood Stage 2" activated!
A strange red light flashed in Yang An's eyes.

Now, the hall that was originally dark and difficult to recognize had no secrets under his nose.

"there!"

Originally, Yang An didn't care much about this 'female ghost in red'.

Although he had not read Ghost Blows Out the Light for a long time, as his memory has greatly improved, he can easily recall the contents of the book he has read.

Yang An roughly knew that this was just a human skin doll of a witch. Although it looked a bit weird, it was just a witch with a poison planted on its body.

But when his eyes pierced through the darkness, he took a quick look and discovered it.

midair.

Suddenly, a woman in red, wearing a long robe with wide sleeves and with black hair that dragged on the ground, appeared.

Floating in the air, whizzing through the sky with eerie black mist trailing behind it.

He avoided the flashlights of Hu Bayi and Fatty, as if he was leading everyone forward.

Just feel the various extremely strong negative emotions that are about to burst out from the red-clothed evil spirit.

"Is there really a ghost?"

Yang An muttered in surprise.

Although it is a little beyond expectations, it doesn’t matter.

He is not afraid of living people, so why would he be afraid of ghosts?

"Holy Flame - Shooting the Eagle with a Bow"

A ball of white flame rose from Yang An's hand, illuminating the entire hall, and then formed a longbow shaped like an arrow.

Drawing the bow and putting the arrow on it is done in one go.

Three arrows made of flames appeared out of thin air! The holy aura dispelled the coldness around them.

Hu Bayi and the other two, who had not yet noticed the woman in red, stopped and stared at Yang An with envy, looking at him with a pure face.

"Young Master Yang is really amazing."

Fatty Wang praised him endlessly, "Old Hu, you said we are all human, hey, why can Little Master Yang display such extraordinary abilities?"

"I say, Chief of Staff Yang, your ancestors really don't know how to adapt. With such amazing abilities, if they were in ancient times, they would have been the Secretary of State beside the feudal and autocratic emperor."

"It would be great if we could seek refuge with the emperor. Maybe we could have found the phoenix gallbladder earlier."

Shirley Yang laughed, "What Secretary of State? That's called the State Master."

Fatty Wang disagreed, "Harm, they are all the same. An imperialist and a feudal emperor, both are scourges, they are class enemies. I didn't say you, Staff Officer Yang, you and Little Master Yang are both people with lofty ideals to return to the motherland."

Ignored the conversation between the three people.

"go with!"

Yang An focused his aim on the woman in red who seemed to sense danger and became panicked and dodged, with a sneer on his face. Want to run?
The moment you release your fingers.

"Whoosh whoosh-!"

Three sounds of breaking through the air.

The burning flaming arrow disappeared out of thin air and reappeared behind the woman in red the next second.

Right in the bull's eye.

"boom!!!"

A ball of fire ignited instantly, as if a scarecrow was doused with gasoline and a match was thrown on it.

In the blink of an eye, flames covered the body of the woman in red who was moving forward at high speed.

"what!!!"

The shrill screams seemed to come from far away.

By the light of the fire, everyone discovered that what was on fire was only a red robe.

Hu Bayi gave Yang An a thumbs up, "Little Master Yang, you are awesome, you are this."

Then he looked at the blazing torch falling from the sky. Upon closer inspection, he saw that the fallen female corpse was staring at this side with resentful eyes, as if she wanted to swallow up the indifferent Yang An, with heavy makeup on her face.

Look again.

"Hiss! This fucking Xipi is a human skin mask, and the hair is also a wig!"

Hu Bayi took a breath of cold air.

He discovered that the twisted and hideous face on the man's head was actually painted with a brush.

The depiction is so vivid that it is no different from a real person.

While it was crackling and burning rapidly, the human-skin doll was also making shrill screams and wails similar to those of a woman.

“Is there really some kind of ghost involved in this?” Hu Bayi felt uneasy when he heard this.

But the gangster-like Fatty Wang didn't care at all. He held a gun and a wolf-tooth flashlight in his hand, shining the strong light on the woman in red who could not move.

"Bang bang bang!"

Just swept a shuttle up.

The bullet hit the ground, creating several small holes and raising a cloud of dust.

"Come on, Old Hu, you are just too timid. With Little Master Yang here, no ghostly tricks can escape his eyes." Fatty Wang didn't care.

Shirley Yang and Yang An, who had put away the Holy Flame Bow, walked over.

"Fatty, stop flattering me. I'm going to vomit if you continue." Yang An joked to the fat man.

Yang An said as he turned his head away.

He squinted his eyes and looked at the burning "torch" on the ground. Now the female corpse could no longer be seen in its original appearance, surrounded by holy flames, but others could not see it, but Yang An looked at it carefully.

There really is a female ghost hidden in that human skin head!

The ghost was also tainted by the indelible holy flame and was burned, screaming and struggling, mumbling something.

Unfortunately, the Holy Flame is the absolute nemesis of these evil spirits.

In just two or three breaths, it was burned to ashes, and the black fog and ghostly aura that filled the surroundings were also swept away.

“This place is really evil.”

Hu Bayi took a breath and glanced around, "This King Xian might have really realized his dream of becoming an immortal."

"Old Hu." Shirley Yang denied Hu Bayi's words, "There are no gods in the world. They are just the ancient emperors' delusion of immortality."

Just then, a noise suddenly came from behind everyone.

Without waiting for the three to make any move.

"Shhhhhh!"

There were a few more sounds of breaking air, followed by the thump of a heavy object hitting the ground.

Hu Bayi looked back.

Oh my god, I found out that they were a few evil guys who sneaked in from the Insect Valley outside.

The body of the ghoulish man was pierced by sharp earth spikes. He fell to the ground but was not completely dead yet, and his limbs twitched from time to time.

You can tell at first glance that it was Yang An's work.

Sure enough, Yang An calmly withdrew his raised arm.

He had just noticed the evil man hiding in the dark, but he didn't kill him immediately.

These beasts took advantage of everyone's let down of vigilance and wanted to launch a sneak attack, but they were killed by the "Desertification·Stabbing" that Yang An had prepared in advance.

"Be careful. I feel like the further we go in, the more things seem to be going wrong."

Yang An reminded everyone.

Compared to the description in the original book, this trip to the Yunnan Worm Valley had a lot more variables, which made him begin to doubt whether ghosts really exist in this world.

The group moved on.

The fat man passed by the red-clothed female puppet that was burned to ashes, and his eyes lit up.

A jade-like stone was found among the ashes, which had not been burned to ashes.

I was just about to pick it up to see if it was some kind of treasure.

result.

"do not move!"

Yang An's lazy voice came from behind Fatty Wang. Fatty Wang was stunned and subconsciously retracted his hand.

Even this devilish man has people he is afraid of.

The next second, the soil on the ground turned into a big hand, rushed out from the ground, holding the jade-like thing.

"Crack!"

Before Fatty Wang could get scared, the jade-like thing was crushed into powder.

"Oh my!" Fatty Wang slapped his thigh in annoyance, "Master Yang, you are so reckless. What if this is a treasure?"

"Humph, Fatty, you are a dog that can't stop eating shit."

Yang An strode past Fatty Wang and said calmly, "Better safe than sorry. This thing looks like a ghost. Aren't you afraid of being possessed by that female ghost?"

"Look at what you said."

The fat man scratched the back of his head. Apart from Hu Bayi, he now only admired Young Master Yang.

He is rich, generous and has extraordinary strength.

The fat man caught up with Yang An with a wry smile, explaining his bad habit of being greedy for money, "I just don't want my precious pearl to be covered in dust. Okay, okay, I'll listen to whatever you say."

Yang An didn't comment and was too lazy to pay attention to the fat man.

He also saved Fatty Wang once. In the original book, the jade was not jade at all, but a jade-like woman's tongue, which was also bewitched.

After we finish the excavation of King Xian’s tomb, we will send Fatty back to the capital to look after the store.

Yang An made up his mind. Originally, he brought Fatty with him to avoid any plot errors. However, after obtaining the Zhuchen Pearl, he only needed to go to Kunlun once to close the imaginary space. At that time, Yang An planned to set off on his own, and it would take less than a day to complete.

Therefore, there is no need for Fatty and Hu Bayi next time.

at this time.

Shirley Yang's exclamation came from the front, "Xiao An, Fatty, come and see!"

"Ok?"

Yang An and the fat man hurried to the front.

Before I even walked into the side hall, a gloomy atmosphere spread over, and the temperature seemed to drop several degrees.

Yang An was on high alert and went around the corner to take a look at Hu Bayi and Shirley Yang.

"hiss!"

Even though he was mentally prepared, Yang An still gasped when he saw the strange scene in front of him.

"What's wrong, Chief of Staff Yang?" After being warned by Yang An, the fat man became much more obedient. He turned around and followed Yang An closely. When he saw the scene in front of him, he blurted out a curse in Chinese.

"What the hell?!"

On the beams of the side hall in front of him, there were hundreds of robes hanging, exactly the same as the ones that the woman in red had just killed by Yang An.

Below it was a large six-legged cauldron, covered with an oversized black lid sealed with wax.

"This is most likely some kind of sacrificial ceremony held by King Xian after he massacred the surrounding indigenous people and captured nobles, such as King Yi and his relatives." Shirley Yang's body tensed and she subconsciously lowered her voice.

If her guess was correct, the bodies of those people were probably being cooked in that big cauldron!

Ancient people believed that cooking people in a cauldron was a sacrifice to heaven and earth and to gods, and that if one wanted to ascend to heaven and become an immortal, one had to use a large cauldron to transform one's corpse into an immortal.

"Oh my god, if you want to become an immortal you have to stew yourself first?" Fatty Wang felt a little disgusted.

"Come on, please stop talking. I feel a chill running down my spine."

At this time, Hu Bayi, who had been observing the inside, spoke quietly, his lips hardly moving, with a look of vigilance on his face.

"Young Master Yang, would you like to come and take a look? Is there a ghost here?"

"Shh!"

Yang An suddenly spoke, and the three of them shut up at the same time.

During this period of time, the four of them have developed a tacit understanding.

Yang An was very smart and led the three of them into the tomb of King Xian without any danger. The three of them obeyed Yang An's orders almost as a conditioned reflex.

Everyone held their breath.

Trouble.

Yang An frowned and stepped forward, signaling the three to step back, with a red light flashing in his eyes.

Almost at the same time, hundreds of human skin clothes hanging on the beams in this side hall began to move without wind.

In the same direction, the doorway was shaking, as if there was a ghost in it!
"Crash!"

This hall is basically sealed, where does the wind come from?
From what Yang An saw, under every person's leather robe, there was a group of evil spirits surrounded by black fog!
Their appearance has awakened these evil spirits. Once hundreds of evil spirits revive at the same time, even gods would be killed here.

"Snapped!"

Hu Bayi slapped himself lightly and muttered bitterly, "I call you a jinx, but you really have something wrong with you."

At the same time, Yang An realized that there were differences between the Tomb of King Xian and the original novel.

This seemed to no longer be a side hall for human and animal sacrifices. These human leather robes seemed to be a defense, guarding the real tomb of King Xian!
Could it be that the King Xian, who had obtained the Zhuchen Pearl and gained the ability to predict the future, saw something and made the change?
There is an old saying, good fortune never comes alone, and misfortune never comes alone!
There was also a burst of rustling sounds in the dark hall behind them; more evil spirits were chasing after them.

There is a fierce tiger in front and a hungry wolf behind.

If only Shirley, Yang and the other two were there, they probably wouldn't have been able to escape this disaster even if they had three heads and six arms.

but
Looking at the many people in leather robes who had been revived, they let out sharp ghost howls.

Yang An looked calm. If it was just a danger of this level, it wouldn't be able to do anything to him!
Are you ready to be baptized by fire?
(End of this chapter)