He's alone, but he's a tomb raider!

As soon as he finished speaking, a faint, extremely cold aura of malevolent energy swept through the entire armory.

Liu Yanyan froze, her face turning pale instantly.

Perhaps it was because Qin Yun's undisguised act of directly looting the side chambers angered the tomb's owner, Ao Bai.

The signs of the corpse rising from the dead have begun to appear.

Liu Yanyan twitched her nose, as if she had discovered something.

"Boss, can you smell anything?"

It smells a bit like ink, and a bit like blood; it feels a little strange.

It wasn't the original chill of the tomb floor, but a strange fragrance that seemed to spread from the four walls out of nowhere.

Qin Yun abruptly stopped, pulled Liu Yanyan behind him, and his eyes flashed with a sharp light: "Don't move!"

Before Liu Yanyan could react, she heard a series of muffled hoofbeats coming slowly from the four walls.

It's not a hallucination.

The sounds of armor plates clashing, horses' hooves pounding the ground, spears being gripped, and warhorses neighing were so clear they seemed to be right next to my ears.

The two suddenly turned to look at the east wall of the tomb chamber—the mural depicting Aobai leading the Eight Banners cavalry in battle had undergone a strange transformation at that moment.

The mineral pigments that were originally solidified on the stone wall began to slowly flow, spread, and rise.

Dark hoofprints, black iron armor, cold spears, the mane of warhorses, and the faces of cavalrymen gradually "seeped" out from the stone wall...

No longer flat paint, but pitch black, like solidified ink, forming a ghostly army of iron cavalry!

The cavalry at the head of the group were Aobai's personal guards, belonging to the Bordered Yellow Banner, which was second only to the Plain Yellow Banner.

Clad in heavy armor and wearing an iron helmet, his face was obscured, with only two eerie green flames flickering beneath the helmet.

He held a ten-foot-long iron spear in his hand, its entire body gleaming with a cold light.

In the blink of an eye, the entire squad of twelve ghost soldiers had completely broken free from the mural.

Forming a battle array, the horses' hooves pounded on the white marble floor, producing a dull, lifeless sound.

There was no breathing, no heartbeat, only an overwhelming aura of murderous ferocity.

The Yin soldiers and iron cavalry at the very front clearly regarded Liu Yanyan, who was closest to them, as their primary target.

The warhorse reared up, neighing shrilly, and the iron spear, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, pierced straight into Liu Yanyan's heart.

It was as fast as lightning and as powerful as a single shot that could pierce a person!

Liu Yanyan turned pale with fright and froze, unable to dodge in time.

boom--!

Qin Yun's figure flashed, so fast that only a blur remained. He reached out with one hand, his five fingers as hard as iron, and forcefully grabbed the spear that was thrusting at lightning speed!

When the cold glint of the spear tip was less than an inch from Liu Yanyan's chest, Qin Yun held it firmly in his palm, leaving it completely still.

The ghostly cavalry were still exerting their strength, and the deathly aura beneath their iron armor surged wildly, but they couldn't break free from Qin Yun's grasp at all.

Qin Yun twisted his wrist suddenly and then pulled it down!

"Get down!"

With a crisp crack, the ghost soldier's wrist bone and the horse's bone broke simultaneously.

The entire cavalryman, horse and rider, was forcibly pulled off his horse by Qin Yun and slammed hard onto the white marble ground.

Contrary to expectations of broken bones and torn tendons, all that was left was ink splattering everywhere, instantly collapsing into a pool of viscous black liquid.

The remaining eleven ghost soldiers pulled on their reins, turned their horses around in unison, and fixed their eerie green flames on Qin Yun. The battle formation closed in, and their killing intent was overwhelming.

Liu Yanyan trembled all over as she pointed at the incomplete ink marks on the mural, her voice shaking.

"What...what is this?!"

It's neither a trap nor a rice dumpling...

"Wang Family Divine Paint!"

The Wang family, one of the four great families in the world of supernatural beings, has a family-inherited technique called Divine Paint in addition to the Spirit Binding and Commanding technique that they seized from Feng Tianyang.

The art of painting is a path to enlightenment!

Although not skilled in killing, he is more than capable of protecting himself. When he masters the art, its power is so great that it can even rival that of the legendary magic paintbrush Ma Liang!

Qin Yun slowly released his hand, and golden light ignited in his palm, burning away all the ink that had stained it.

"Unlike the corpse-driving and ordinary Yin Sha you know about in western Hunan, this is a secret art of sacrificial painting for military purposes passed down in the early Qing Dynasty court. Its theory is similar to the divine painting technique of the Wang family."

However, in order to enhance its power, those people in the Manchu Qing dynasty added some evil magic!

The mural is created by mixing the blood essence of personal guards, the murderous aura of the battlefield, and special mineral pigments. It is then painted by an extraordinary person skilled in the art of divine painting and sealed with a secret method.

They sealed the remnants of the fallen Eight Banner soldiers directly within the paint!

"Just now when we entered the tomb chamber, the yang energy of the living people entered, and because of breathing and heat dissipation from the skin, it changed the temperature in the tomb that had been constant for hundreds of years."

It's like touching a switch that had been activated; as the temperature rose, the seal loosened, and the lingering resentment of the ghostly soldiers in these murals came to life!

As he spoke, looking at the well-trained cavalry in the distance, Qin Yun couldn't help but admire the ingenuity of the tomb's design.

"No wonder the entire tomb, apart from the dome-shaped barrier, had no other traps such as flip-tops, poison arrows, or quicksand traps."

Moreover, the main burial chamber was built to be so spacious and flat.

I originally thought it was because Ao Bai was rich and powerful, but now it seems that it was probably built on purpose so that these Eight Banners cavalry could gallop freely.

As for security, Ao Bai didn't even consider relying on those mundane things; he depended entirely on this team of divine soldiers to guard the main tomb chamber.

The intricate connections between each element make it truly ingenious!

Liu Yanyan felt a chill run down her spine and quickly pressed for more information.

"Boss, so... so how can we completely get rid of them? We can't keep being surrounded like this!"

Qin Yun's gaze swept over the encircling Yin soldiers and iron cavalry, his tone calm.

Two options!

First, we become corpses, and our body temperature drops to match the coldness of the tomb.

After the yang energy dissipates, the yin soldiers, having lost their target, will naturally retreat back to the mural and transform back into paint.

"Second... kill them all, sever all their lingering attachments and remnants of their souls, and end it all!"

Liu Yanyan's pupils shrank sharply as she stared in disbelief at the twelve heavily armored cavalrymen before her, her voice trembling.

"Just the two of us?"

One-man fight against an entire troop of ghostly cavalry? Really?!

Liu Yanyan had seen a movie called "Brotherhood of Blades," in which a martial arts master fought thirteen light cavalrymen one-on-one. The director didn't know how to film it, so he simply skipped it.

When the battle ended and the audience realized that Ding Xiu was still alive, even if the director didn't say it, they knew what it meant to be the number one expert in the entire series!

Even so, Ding Xiu was only challenging thirteen light cavalrymen, but now the two of them are facing a whole unit of heavy cavalry!

Moreover, they are heavily armored ghost soldiers who are impervious to swords and spears, exude a murderous aura, and are utterly fearless and tireless!

I'm going to fight heavy cavalry?

Will it win?

……

Qin Yun didn't even look at her. He turned around and pointed to the doorway of the gold and silver side room behind him, his voice leaving no room for doubt.

"Go inside, and no matter what noises are outside, you are not allowed to come out."

"Boss..."

Liu Yanyan dared not disobey, and scrambled into the side room, slamming the wooden door shut. She trembled all over through the door, barely daring to breathe.

In an instant, only Qin Yun remained in the main tomb chamber, facing a full twelve Yin soldiers on iron cavalry.

Qin Yun slowly raised his hand, and the imaginary space unfolded.

Om-!

A sharp and domineering sword cry echoed throughout the tomb.

Shark Tooth, unsheathe!

The black sword gleamed with a cold, bloody light, and a row of sharp, jagged teeth on its blade were ferocious and terrifying. Its malevolent aura instantly swept through the entire main tomb chamber.

Before the sword blade had even been drawn, the ghostly soldiers and their warhorses were already neighing and restless.

In fact, Qin Yun had a much better solution for dealing with Yin Soldiers, which were magical artifacts made from primordial Qi.

Once the Qi Source Flow is released, anyone who dares to touch it will instantly dissipate.