What do you mean by saying that the corpses I sew are all ominous creatures?

Sliding down the glass-like pit walls to the bottom, Zhang Xuanqing stood in front of the huge stone coffin, not in a hurry to approach.

He first closed his eyes and, like I had done before, carefully sensed it from a distance.

A moment later, he opened his eyes and said with some surprise, "It's completely clean, without a trace of magic power left behind."

Even the yin energy and malevolent energy were completely washed away by the heavenly lightning.

"Yes, that's why I find it strange."

The stone coffin used to house this century-old evil corpse was definitely not decorated with any carvings on it.

I took the flashlight and illuminated the inner wall of the stone coffin again.

Zhang Xuanqing approached the stone wall, stretched out his finger, and slowly stroked along the deep engravings.

His movements were slow, as if he were trying to feel the force and state of mind of the sculptor who left these marks back then.

"The scratches are very deep, and the edges show signs of being soaked in some kind of corrosive liquid for many years."

Zhang Xuanqing withdrew his hand, rubbed the dust off his fingertips, and spoke in a heavy tone.

"Brother Chen, your intuition is right. This thing absolutely cannot be left here."

Although I can't tell where it came from right now, I have a feeling that the runes on it might be related to some secrets we don't know about.

Take it back to the Folklore Bureau and let those old scholars there, who specialize in studying ancient scripts of ethnic minorities, have a headache over it.

After confirming the value of the stone coffin, we did not linger at the bottom of the pit and turned back to the edge of the square.

Time was ticking away, second by second.

The underground tomb was cold and damp, but fortunately, everyone was a special forces soldier with either cultivation or strong physique, so it wasn't too difficult to endure.

Ling Shu had already stitched up the wound for gunpowder and given the compass some basic treatment.

Shan Yan stood like an iron tower, staring intently at the three prisoners who were bound like dumplings, preventing them from causing any more trouble.

About two hours later.

Outside the silent underground tomb, a series of chaotic but orderly footsteps and the dull thud of heavy machinery tracks grinding against the ground suddenly echoed.

"The support has arrived."

The hunting dogs that had been keeping watch in the direction of the bronze gate turned around and reported to their leader in a deep voice.

Soon, a team of people dressed in dark gray uniforms and fully armed passed through the blown-open bronze door and quickly entered the tomb chamber.

The leader was a burly man with a crew cut. He walked straight to the rock face, and the two men gave each other a simple salute.

"Wang Meng, the captain of the third squad of the Logistics Support Brigade of Hunan Provincial Bureau, has been ordered to take over the scene."

The crew-cut man spoke in a loud voice.

Shan Yan patted the other man on the shoulder, pointed to the three prisoners in the corner, and then to the stone coffin in the deep pit: "You've worked hard."

Those three survivors are of utmost importance. We've already removed the dentures containing poison from their mouths, but they still need to be kept under close surveillance.

Furthermore, that large object in the pit, as Consultant Chen specifically instructed, has significant research value and must be brought back intact.

"Understood. Leave it to us."

Wang Meng waved his hand, and the engineering soldiers behind him immediately got to work in an orderly manner.

The logistical capabilities of the Folklore Bureau were on full display at this moment.

Several medics quickly stepped forward and took over Ling Shu's work, securing the compass with a professional stretcher.

Specialized escorts put specially made hoods and electronic shackles on the three masked prisoners and carried them up like serious criminals.

What truly opened my eyes was their process of handling the stone coffin.

The engineers quickly erected a portable, high-strength alloy gantry above the deep pit.

Next, several people wearing hazmat suits went down to the bottom of the pit.

They wrapped the entire sarcophagus tightly in three layers with a thick canvas covered with cinnabar runes.

This was clearly to prevent any lingering negative energy inside the stone coffin from leaking out during transportation.

Subsequently, several wide polymer load-bearing belts passed through the bottom of the stone coffin and connected to the electric hoist of the gantry frame.

With a deep roar from the motor, the massive object, weighing several tons, was smoothly lifted out of the pit, placed on a tracked special transport vehicle, and securely fixed with steel cables.

"major."

As I watched this scene, I couldn't help but let out a soft sigh of admiration.

"Let's go, Advisor Chen. We should leave too."

Shan Yan walked up to me and handed me a bottle of mineral water.

I took the water, drank a sip, and then followed the rest of the group to begin the evacuation.

The journey back was still long, but much easier than the way there.

We walked through a ravaged burial plaza, crossed the bronze gate blasted open by gunpowder, and entered the burial pit filled with bones.

After passing through the burial pit, you arrive at the huge natural cave.

When we came in earlier, it was raining heavily outside, and the water level of the underground river had risen sharply, with a rapid current.

We had to wade through the two or three hundred meters of underground river; the icy cold water took a lot of our energy.

But now, the logistics troops have clearly made preparations in advance.

They drove sturdy rock anchors into the banks of the underground river, strung up two thick steel wire tow ropes, and laid an inflatable tactical pontoon bridge on the water.

Our group stepped onto the stable pontoon bridge, no longer having to endure the soaking of the icy river water, and crossed the underground river very smoothly.

The tracked transport vehicle carrying the stone coffin steadily crossed the water using another amphibious traction device.

Stepping out of the cave and breathing in the earthy air, I felt as if I had stepped into another world.

By this time, the torrential rain in Laoxiongling had stopped.

Although a few wisps of rain were still falling from the sky, they no longer affected visibility.

The air in the woods was very fresh, which diluted the stench of corpses and blood that we had picked up in the underground tomb.

We trekked through the mountains for about an hour before finally emerging from the depths of Old Bear Ridge.

Ahead lies the winding mountain road that we encountered a mudslide on our way here.

At that time, a landslide that covered most of the mountain completely cut off the road, forcing us to abandon our vehicle and hike into the mountains.

But at this moment, the scene before me surprised me slightly.

Several small bulldozers and excavators painted in camouflage were parked on the side of the road. The mudslide debris, which was as big as a small mountain, had been pushed open to create a passage for vehicles.

The soil on both sides of the road was compacted very firmly.

On the cleared land, there was a long line of military off-road vehicles and two large enclosed transport trucks.

This is the efficiency with which the state apparatus operates.

As long as there are precise coordinates and commands, we can forge roads through mountains and build bridges over rivers.

No natural obstacle could stop them.

"Get in the car, we're heading straight back to the base," Shan Yan called out to everyone.

I opened the door of an SUV and sat in the back seat.

Zhang Xuanqing sat in the passenger seat, resting with his eyes closed.

The vehicles started, and the convoy drove smoothly and quickly out of the mountains along the winding mountain road.