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Chapter 252 Are you here to steal the treasure or to smash it?
boom!
Sparks flew as bullets whistled through the air.

It then shot straight into the dazzling golden sphere, accurately hitting the "culprit" that caused the killing.

Fang Cheng's eyes were cold and stern. He raised his gun with both hands, decisively pulled the trigger, and fired at this priceless treasure that was full of temptation.

One shot, two shots, three shots...

His fingers mechanically and firmly kept pulling the trigger until the magazine was completely emptied.

However, all the bullets that were fired seemed to be blocked by an invisible barrier, and no sound of them hitting their targets was heard; they all fell onto the stone platform.

The golden bottle merely trembled a few times around itself, seemingly unharmed, and remained steadily suspended in the air.

It is like a god or Buddha sitting high on the clouds, looking down on all living beings.

The chanting of Buddhist hymns lingered, and the golden light shone as brightly as ever.

Its bewitching magic remains undiminished, continuing to emanate an alluring aura.

This attracts those with weak minds to approach it like moths to a flame, stubbornly and unrepentantly.

However, after this battle...

It has also changed, seemingly paying more attention to someone who dares to provoke the tyrant.

The chanting suddenly became even more melodious and pleasant, like celestial music from the heavens, ethereal and clear, lingering gently in the ears.

Every note carries the magic of purifying the soul, instantly immersing the listener in its power.

As the melody becomes more melodious and the pitch gradually rises, it is as if a group of celestial maidens are dancing gracefully in the air, their robes fluttering and scattering petals that are transformed by light and shadow.

The listeners felt as if they were in a fairyland, with images of sacred mountains shrouded in mist and magnificent palaces appearing before their eyes.
Then, without realizing it, I started walking to the rhythm of the chanting, moving closer and closer to that illusory realm, lost in its beauty and unaware of my way home…

but.

Although it possesses intelligence, it is unaware that the target it faces has an epic talent, with resistance to curses and bewitching beyond what ordinary people can imagine.

Fang Cheng glanced at the scene.

Looking at a dazed treasure hunter not far away, his gaze fell on the submachine gun he was holding.

He then strode forward and snatched the more powerful weapon from the opponent.

He then turned the gun around, aimed it at the golden bottle, and pulled the trigger hard.

Da da da da da——

The submachine gun instantly spat out a fierce tongue of fire, and bullets poured out like a torrential rain.

This time, it did have a noticeable effect.

The frequency of the light flashing around the Golden Bamba Bottle began to increase, and ripples appeared on the surface of the light sphere.

Even the surrounding air fluctuated, causing the lingering chanting to tremble.

It's like the buzzing static from a music player, forcibly intertwined with the gunfire melody.

The high frequencies are sharp like shards of broken glass, while the low frequencies are soft like diarrhea, so distorted that it's almost maddening.

This also allowed many treasure hunters to break free from the obsessive state of being controlled by the chanting.

They seemed to have just woken up from a dream, their eyes filled with confusion and lingering fear.

Upon seeing his companion at the front being swallowed by the golden sphere of light, he was instantly struck by lightning and fully regained his senses.

They then retreated in a panic, stumbling and shoving each other, wanting only to get as far away from the strange ball of light as possible.

This stands in stark contrast to the scene of scrambling to grab it not long ago.

After Fang Cheng finished firing a magazine from a submachine gun, his expression remained unchanged. He then grabbed another gun and continued firing in a burst.

The professor, Ba Ming, and the other experts who were barely maintaining their will were all stunned, staring at Fang Cheng's "rough" treatment of a rare treasure.

In their hearts, the Golden Bamba Bottle was of immeasurable value, something that the extraordinary people dreamed of but dared not desecrate.

Fang Cheng's actions were tantamount to running into an antique shop with a fire poker and smashing exquisite porcelain.

The others snapped out of their daze and stared in disbelief at the scene.

She felt that Fang Cheng was like a ruthless bandit who showed no mercy to women, ravaging the goddess in her heart.

This shocked and bewildered them, and they felt an urge to step forward and stop it, but they dared not speak out in anger.

A hint of surprise flashed in Nailhead's eyes, then the corners of his mouth turned up, he nodded slightly, and clapped.

He seemed to greatly admire Fang Cheng's "ruthless" actions and regarded him as a kindred spirit.

Da da da da da——

Gunshots suddenly echoed through the underground vault, making everyone's eardrums ache.

Under such a fierce barrage of firepower, the Golden Bamba Bottle finally could not withstand it, and the light around it began to flicker rapidly, showing signs of dimming.

As the area of ​​light sphere continued to shrink, the bullet finally passed through the invisible barrier and hit the bottle directly.

Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang——

Accompanied by a crisp, pleasant sound, dazzling sparks scattered and flew everywhere.

Fang Cheng's eyes were resolute, showing no regard for the others, as his submachine gun continued to spit fire.

The golden bonfire, suspended in mid-air, shook violently before being swept off the stone platform by a burst of bullets.

With a loud thud, it hit the ground, rolled a few times, and got covered in dust.

At the same time, the golden sphere that devoured life seemed to have lost its source of magic, and suddenly collapsed and dissipated.

Just like when the core of the array is destroyed, the entire array is forced to stop operating.

The scene fell silent instantly.

Whether they were treasure hunters in the open or scheming individuals hiding in the shadows, they were all filled with astonishment, their eyes wide open and their mouths slightly agape.

As if frozen in place, my brain momentarily shut down, unable to immediately process this sudden turn of events.

When my gaze slowly fell upon the golden Bamba vase, which looked as if it had fallen from its pedestal, I couldn't help but gasp.

On the elegant and exquisite bottle, there were clearly dents and craters.

The once smooth and flawless surface has become pitted and uneven, like a shocking scar on a beautiful woman's face.

Those dazzling five-colored gemstones, once as bright as the most radiant stars in the night sky, were inlaid on it.

Now, however, it was also hit by a bullet, shattered, and turned into a pile of fine crystal fragments, its light dimmed.

After this ordeal, this precious Buddhist artifact has lost all its mystique and can no longer regain its former elegance and grandeur.

In a dark, secret room.

A row of closed-circuit televisions displayed a snowy screen with random white dots flickering incessantly.

Only a few screens remained stable, continuously transmitting clear images from the surveillance cameras.

On one of the screens, the image appeared frozen in time.
Upon closer inspection, it is a live view from the underground vault.

Lu Shihua stared intently at a masked man in the image, his mouth agape.

After a long pause, he turned around and looked at the head guard standing behind him in disbelief:
"Is this person mentally unstable? Where did they even find him?"

Lu Tao was also dumbfounded.

Sensing Lu Shihua's anger, he hurriedly bowed and apologized repeatedly:
"Second Elder, I am truly sorry, this...this...I really had no idea."

As he spoke, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and he inwardly grumbled.

How can you blame me for this? People have legs; they can come and go as they please.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but slightly raise his head, glance at the man on the screen, and mutter to himself:
"Brother, are you here to steal the treasure, or to smash it?"

After successfully escaping from the underground vault, the two, familiar with the manor's secret passages, eventually made their way to this monitoring room.

The plan was to secretly watch through the monitor screen how the group of treasure hunters succumbed to temptation, ultimately having their life force drained by the golden bottle, leading to their complete annihilation.

Unexpectedly, among this group of people who seemed greedy and obsessed with treasures, there was such an anomaly.

This person's behavior completely breaks with convention and is truly unpredictable.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

The atmosphere inside the underground vault was almost frozen.

At this moment, someone finally couldn't contain their anxiety and indignation and jumped out to loudly criticize Fang Cheng:

"If you don't want the treasure, you can't expect us to leave empty-handed too!"

Upon hearing this, everyone nodded in agreement. Their eyes all fell on the golden urn that had been ravaged by gunfire.

Currently, many parts of this treasure are damaged, and the originally mysterious and intricate patterns on the bottle have become blurred.

This situation inevitably causes concern, raising questions about whether it can still be effective.

If the mysterious power contained within is damaged or even dissipated as a result.

Wouldn't all our previous efforts have been in vain?

Fang Cheng glanced at the man indifferently, his gaze as sharp as a tangible blade:

Do you want to fight me?

The man was tall and burly, and had a certain reputation in the underworld of Dongdu.

But at this moment, being swept by that gaze filled with chilling murderous intent felt like being doused with a bucket of ice water from head to toe, and he couldn't help but shiver.

Seeing that things were not going well, one of his accomplices quickly stepped forward and whispered a few words in his ear.

The man's face turned deathly pale, and he quickly waved his hand, saying:
"Brother, that's not what I meant. I just wanted you to explain whether there was any hidden meaning behind doing this, so that everyone wouldn't misunderstand."

As he spoke, he chuckled a few times, looked around, and said with a forced laugh, "Don't you all think so?"

This was an attempt to ease the tense atmosphere.

Nailhead suddenly chuckled, breaking the current stalemate, and said:

"Whether the bottle is still useful or not, just pick it up and take a look, then you'll know."

Upon hearing this, everyone was stunned. Yes, that makes sense.

Then their gaze fell once again on the golden Bamba bottle lying on the ground, riddled with craters.

One by one, they were eager to try and find out what was going on.

But when he recalled the terrifying scene of it releasing golden light and devouring living people, he couldn't help but feel fear, and his feet felt like they were nailed to the ground.

Everyone looked at each other, hesitant to move forward, none daring to take the first step.

Just then, a series of chaotic footsteps suddenly came from outside, sounding particularly abrupt in the quiet yet tense underground vault.

It seems that other treasure hunters have broken through the guards and entered this place one after another.

"Hey!"

The leader of the intruders was a burly man with a face full of scars. His eyes were wide like copper bells. Seeing everyone standing there dumbfounded, he immediately roared in a hoarse voice:

"What are you guys doing? Where did the golden guillotine go?"

Everyone turned their gazes to them, remaining silent in unison.

This appearance, however, made the intruders feel uneasy.

"Brother, it seems the golden bottle is lying on the ground."

A sharp-eyed henchman pointed towards the stone platform and whispered.

"Ok?"

The burly man frowned and took two steps forward.

When they saw the cratered and dirty golden jar on the ground, their doubts deepened.

"What happened? How did this treasure get into this state?"

However, the doubt in his eyes was quickly replaced by greed, and a fierce look appeared on his face.

"Whether they're under a curse or have become mute, we'll grab it first! Once this treasure is in my hands, I guarantee you'll live a life of wealth and luxury, with nothing to worry about!"

Upon hearing this, the group instantly abandoned their doubts and swarmed forward like hungry wolves pouncing on their prey.

Nailhead stood at the doorway, a strange smile playing on his lips.

The early seekers looked on with anticipation, their feet unconsciously shifting, ready to join the fray at any moment.

Fang Cheng stepped aside to make way for the fastest runner.

The man was as thin as a monkey, but extremely agile. He darted out from the crowd in a flash, rushed to the stone platform, and picked up the golden bottle with lightning speed.

Then, his face lit up with wild joy, and he blurted out:
"I got it!"

His voice changed tone from excitement.

Upon seeing this, the others' eyes instantly turned red, and they immediately surrounded the area, their desire to snatch the item evident.

"Ah Liang, Xiao Hu, protect me!"

The skinny monkey was clearly the leader of another team; he clutched the golden bottle tightly in both hands and hurriedly shouted:

"I can feel the power of the Golden Bomba Bottle. Once I absorb its energy, wiping out these people will be a piece of cake."

His face beamed with a smug smile, as if he could already see himself dominating the region with his treasure.

But in an instant, the smile froze on his face, replaced by a terrified scream:

"what happened?!"

Before the words were even finished, a terrifying scene unfolded.

His hands looked as if they had been drained of moisture, rapidly shrivel up, and the skin was wrinkled and stuck to the bones.

Immediately afterwards, it felt as if an invisible, evil force was frantically sucking blood from my arms, face, and body.

He quickly became emaciated, with sunken eyes and high cheekbones, and his once-fitting clothes hung loosely on his body.

"Brother Dao, throw the bottle away!"

The two accomplices noticed something was wrong and frantically reached out to help pry the bottle open.

But the golden bottle seemed to be stuck to their hands, so firmly that they couldn't move it at all. They even got stuck to it and started to experience dizziness and weakness.

The burly man stared blankly at the scene, then gasped in shock.

For the first time in his life, he was glad that he was a relatively slow runner.

At this moment, Ba Ming, who was carrying the suitcase, saw this and his eyes flickered slightly. He immediately called out:
"Good brothers, I'm here to save you!"

As he spoke, he quickly stepped forward.

His gaze, however, was not on the three unfortunate souls who were nearly dried up, but rather fixed on the golden peony bottle that was emitting a faint light.

Clearly, they were planning to store this sinister object in a metal box.

Several other experts also reacted quickly, their figures flashing as they rushed over.

Upon seeing this, they were no longer afraid, knowing that the opportunity to seize the treasure had truly arrived.

As long as they don't touch the bottle directly, this thing poses no danger to them.

In the blink of an eye, the underground vault exploded like a powder keg.

Other teams that were initially observing the situation immediately abandoned their hesitation and joined the chaotic battle for the treasures, seeing that the situation was completely out of control.

By this point, the oath spell had long since lost its power.

Completely disregarding all previous concerns, the crowd descended into madness and violence.

They exchanged blows and roars.

The sharp blade gleamed coldly in the dim light, sending up splattered blood.

Bullets whistled through the crowd, and screams echoed wherever they went.

Some people, in order to seize the initiative, do not hesitate to kill their former comrades.

Some people were knocked around and staggered, but they were still not giving up. They got up and plunged back into the melee, their eyes bloodshot.

Of course, there are also those who rely on teamwork to try to find a chance in the chaos, carry the treasure, break through the encirclement, and escape from this place.

In the dim light, shadowy figures appeared, making it impossible to distinguish one from another.

The only sounds were the constant fighting and shouting, which echoed and made the underground vault resemble a brutal battlefield.

Fang Cheng frowned slightly and stood quietly in the corner, observing.

His gaze swept over the camera hidden in the shadows, flashing a red light.

Then, he looked at the mysterious group and Nailhead.

Now only a few of them remain calm, not swept up by the frenzied tide and joining this brutal battle.

(End of this chapter)