Ancient tomb excavation traces

Just as I was at a loss and my legs went weak as I turned around, the figure of the female zombie with the severed hand had already appeared in front of me. Before I could react, her dense hair suddenly enveloped my face, pulling my head straight in front of her.

Suddenly, a wave of stuffy air hit me. I struggled, tilting my head back repeatedly, trying not to touch the female zombie's face. After all, I couldn't offer such intimate contact with a woman to a zombie. But to my surprise, her hair tightened even more, and with a sudden force, my forehead slammed into the hilt of the short knife Chu Ba had just shot out. I cursed under my breath: "Damn, she's so proactive!"

The knife pierced the female zombie's skull, yet she remained unharmed. I was enveloped in her hair, only a hilt of the knife away from her. In an instant, everything went dark, and I felt a dull ache in my forehead. I thought to myself: How could she be injured like this and still be able to attack?

I was horrified. Although I couldn't focus at that moment, I could feel her opening her mouth, preparing to suck my yang energy. I remembered the words of my ancestors and tried my best to control my fear and hold my breath.

Seeing me trapped, the young Taoist priest wouldn't stand idly by. Through the gaps in my hair, I saw him swiftly dart behind the female zombie, his index and middle fingers forming claws, instantly embedding themselves in her vertebrae. With a thud, the female zombie's upper body suddenly collapsed. Strangely, her hair didn't loosen at all. Seeing this, Lan Quexi immediately took a torch and burned her scalp. After the hair and I were severed, I fell to the ground. Bao Cai took this opportunity to frantically peel off the remaining strands of hair from my head. Fortunately, these strands weren't as demonic as the "illusory cocoon" after detaching from its body, otherwise my face would have really grown hair.

The female zombie was seen baring her teeth and looking fierce after being set on fire, but the young Taoist priest had indeed damaged her vertebrae, leaving her to struggle on the ground like a lump of mud.

The situation was similar for Chen Yi and the ancestor; the two female zombies were impossible to kill, like cockroaches. The group gathered together, looking at the two female zombies. They had lost limbs in the earlier fight, but their ferocity was only growing stronger. If this continued, even if all seven of us took turns fighting, we'd probably be exhausted.

Seeing this, the young Taoist priest said, "Just now I pierced the ancient coffin with red copper to suppress the evil spirits inside, but the coffin started bleeding on its own. It seems that it is not simple. If we want to completely destroy the female corpse, we might as well destroy the ancient coffin first and see if we can stop the evil nature of the zombie."

The ancestor nodded and said, "We really need to try. We all have different injuries. If we fight for a while, they won't even be out of breath. Besides, these things have existed for hundreds of years. Our flesh and blood bodies can't withstand the wear and tear."

As they spoke, the two exchanged a knowing glance, and the young Taoist priest said, "I'll trouble you all to hold them off while Brother Feng, Miss Lan, and I go to unravel the mystery of the ancient coffin."

Upon hearing this, Bao Cai cleverly said, "I'll go take care of Eighth Master. I'm too weak to even kill a chicken, so I'm of no use against this kind of corpse monster. I'll only make things worse." With that, he ran off in a flash and squatted down next to Chu Ba, fanning him and massaging his shoulders. Chu Ba didn't even have the strength to resist and just endured it all.

Looking at his thieving appearance, I sighed. The old ancestor turned around and laughed, "Go on... but don't stay too long. I haven't eaten for too long, and I feel weak all over." After saying that, he turned around and took Chen Tiao to deal with the remaining two indestructible female corpses.

The young Taoist priest and I climbed into the coffin. The coffin lid had been pushed open and fell to the ground when the female zombie came out. Lan Quexi brought the torch closer, and the firelight illuminated the coffin, which was filled with a deathly atmosphere.

The young Taoist priest and I examined the coffin closely. Its color was quite dark, and there was a considerable amount of blood at the bottom. This blood had dripped from when the young priest had stabbed the coffin lid with his bronze scimitar; it had formed a large pool and accumulated at the bottom. I had never seen anything so strange before and couldn't help but ask in surprise, "How can this coffin bleed? Could it really be some kind of demon?"

The young Taoist priest reached out and plucked a drop of blood, saying, "I've heard that ancient trees possess a spirit, and if someone were to cut them down, it would surely harm the good karma of their descendants. This coffin was probably originally an old tree that had finally achieved a hundred years of life, only to meet a cold and lifeless end. Humans have feelings, so how could all things in the world not understand life and death?"

The young Taoist priest sighed, his words carrying a deeper meaning. I vaguely understood and asked, "You mean this coffin has a mind of its own?" To be honest, the idea that a coffin could have emotions was the most absurd thing I had ever heard. But whether it was strange or mysterious, listening to the young Taoist priest's explanation, it seemed to make perfect sense.

All things in the world, when they age, become sentient. This coffin was made from a century-old tree. Old trees are usually found in places with good feng shui, nourished by sunlight and rain, growing freely, possessing their own magnetic field and thoughts. When this tree was destroyed, it already harbored much resentment, so the magnetic field it emitted was extremely sinister.

This reminds me of a news report about a man who caught a giant fish. When my grandfather saw it, he was furious and said, "What a blind thief! Fish don't usually grow that big. It must be incredibly powerful to have lived like that. It's a pity it died so suddenly. That man will probably get his comeuppance."

Just as my grandfather said, it's a bad karma. A hundred-year-old tree is considered yin, easily attracting evil spirits. It has witnessed the vicissitudes of life, becoming indifferent and heartless, harming people. My grandmother especially believed in the superstitious beliefs of the older generation, so she made me stay away from old trees from a young age. My younger sister played in the woods and later fell ill. My grandmother told me that she had heard of a family who lived near several ancient trees in the woods for a long time, and as a result, they contracted a strange disease and several people died. She told me to take my younger sister to play there less often in the future.

When my grandfather heard about this, he seriously said that those were all hearsay and fallacies. However, as a descendant of our ancestors, my grandfather had quite a bit of insight into feng shui. He said that tall trees that have lived for a hundred years naturally have deep roots and have absorbed all the vital energy, making it difficult for other creatures to grow, which is why there are many people who die young.

As the young Taoist priest said, a hundred-year-old tree is a spirit, the worst of the five evils of a burial site, stealing the auspicious energy. Furthermore, since it has been made into a coffin, its resentment has accumulated, making it extremely malevolent. Now, standing beside it, our breathing has become heavy. We don't know if it's the color of the ancient coffin or if it truly emits a harmful magnetic field, making us feel suffocated and oppressed.

There was once an American movie about plants attacking people, releasing toxins, and eventually people starting to commit suicide inexplicably. Humans think they are clever and believe they can control everything, but they don't realize that everything in the world has feelings.

Sima Yan designed this false coffin to create an extremely yin place, to control his three disciples, and to ensure that those who disturbed Mi Ling would die without a burial place.

Using ancient trees to make coffins would result in a heavy concentration of evil energy in the yin palace, making it similar to a burial ground for corpses. This layout could very likely damage the blessings of future generations. Therefore, Sima Yan used the Five-Colored Exquisite Heart within the mountain to protect and restrain this place...

But I don't understand. If the Five-Colored Exquisite Heart is so gentle and can reduce the malevolence of the entire ancient tomb, then why is this Yin Palace so turbulent and turbulent? Now even a coffin is so eerie. No matter how strong the magnetic field of a tree is, it is still far inferior to the Five-Colored Exquisite Heart.

The young Taoist priest couldn't answer this question either, only saying, "Unless there's something in the ancient tomb that clashes with the Five-Colored Exquisite Heart..." As soon as he finished speaking, he asked me for the Mongolian knife, and then stabbed it into the coffin. I asked him what he was doing.

He said simply, "To ward off evil!"

He sculpted with all his might, and blood flowed from the ancient coffin again. I turned to look at the ancestor; they were locked in a fierce battle. Chen Yi was seriously injured and unfit to continue, but he had been combative since childhood and couldn't resist the urge to fight. When my grandmother saw him as a child, she would always jokingly say, "Oh dear, the little devil of the Chen family is here?"

This "little devil" has protected me since I was a child. When I was in high school, the school beauty from the next class took a liking to me, which attracted a lot of thugs to cause me trouble. Luckily, Chen Tiao stood in front of me and slapped them back one by one.

Now, looking at the wound on his back, I felt a turmoil in my heart... Meanwhile, the Ancestor and Chu Ba repeatedly defeated the female zombie. Half of the female zombie's head was cut off, yet she could still attack.

I was frantic. I looked back at the bottom of the wooden coffin and saw that the young Taoist priest had carved a pattern I couldn't understand, which looked like the words "suppressing evil spirits" commonly found on talismans. After that, he threw the half-burnt tomb guardian torch into the coffin.

The flames touched the blood-like, yet not-quite-blood-red liquid and spread rapidly in all directions, reaching right up to the edge of the coffin. The young Taoist priest pulled me down, his eyes fixed on the leaping flames. The main coffin chamber was now brightly lit, filled with a surge of heat.

The wooden coffin crackled and popped, and amidst it, I heard some kind of mournful scream. I stared wide-eyed at the coffin in disbelief, confirming that the sound was coming from there.

Its voice was filled with pain, flames rose high, and black smoke shot straight up towards the bronze top, slowly obscuring the brilliance of the seven glittering gems in the thick smoke.

The sky was already dark and gloomy, with no palaces, only one sad story after another.

At this moment, in addition to the hissing sound from the wooden coffin, the three female zombies from the ancestral coffin also began to hiss. I turned around to look, and their originally dry and strange faces were covered with yellowish blisters. Before long, I saw their bodies begin to burn on their own, then slowly turn into embers, scattered like stars, and finally burst apart with a bang, turning into ashes that scattered in the main coffin chamber.

In the end, all that remains of a person is dust… I stared at this scene in shock and silence. Even the ancestor, who had faced countless trials and tribulations, was astonished, lowering his fighting stance. The wooden coffin was indeed an extremely yin entity. The female corpse lying inside had been imbued with its yin energy for centuries, making her impossible to kill, as its resentment continued to control her. Even if she wanted to break free, she couldn't. As the saying goes, "Man is the butcher, and I am the fish on the chopping block," she could only lament, "Alas!"

What is most terrifying to us is not the female zombie, nor the ancient coffin, but Sima Yan. He understands the art of feng shui and the mutual generation and restraint of all things, their existence and destruction. A genius like him should have been benefiting all living beings, but he was burdened by the word "beauty" and did some extremely absurd things.

This perfectly illustrates what Chen Yi said: "The line between genius and madness is very thin. It's a pity his four disciples have turned out like this!" He shook his head as he spoke, then complained, "You say people walk on lotus blossoms, but we've been on a perilous journey, risking our lives to obtain the scriptures. Every corner of this Yin Palace is fraught with danger. I say this man is too bloodthirsty. If we weren't so clever, even if we grew wings, we probably wouldn't have escaped his grasp!"

Upon hearing this, Bao Cai, filled with resentment, said, "We haven't escaped their grasp yet. The Poison Princess's coffin hasn't been found, and you guys are still not giving up. I'm a perfectly healthy person, and in the end, I might not even get any funerary objects and end up being buried with her."

Bao Cai's words are often unpleasant to hear, which we're all used to. But Chen Yi has a short temper and is easily provoked. Fortunately, our ancestor is here and can keep them in check. Otherwise, just listening to their nagging would be incredibly annoying.

I was filled with emotion. At that moment, only the young Taoist priest silently gazed at the smoke rising above, lost in thought. He murmured to himself, "A high bridge spans the spirit platform, leading to the highest heavens. Could it be that Princess Chu's true form... is really in heaven?"