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"Are you saying that all the information you have is brought back by Professor Sun?"
Zhang Tong nodded.
"What kind of person is he?"
Zhang Tong seemed a bit surprised by my question, but he answered honestly, "Professor Sun is a mysterious person; I don't know much about him either."
I felt a bit disappointed, but one thing was certain: this Professor Sun would definitely be a breakthrough point regarding the Ghostly Heavenly Palace. When the opportunity arises, I must seek him out for guidance.
With that, Zhang Tong finished his explanation. The mystery surrounding the Ghost Tribe undoubtedly deepened, especially with its ties to the mythological era. If this so-called Ghostly Heavenly Palace truly exists, it would be magnificent. The thought of it stirred something within me; perhaps this is why so many people have continued to search for this legendary tomb over the years.
Now that the Bronze Fish Mouth and Bronze Fish Body were combined, we might hold the key to unlocking the Ghostly Heavenly Palace.
The tomb chamber around us seemed to be on the verge of collapse.
We six were huddled in this small space, with a solid wall behind us and a Quicksand Area in front. It appeared nearly impossible to escape from here.
Fat Ma sat on the coffin, lit a cigarette for himself, and exhaled slowly. Everyone fell silent; we all understood our current predicament.
Suddenly, Fat Ma tossed the cigarette butt to the ground and said, "Old Sun, do you remember what the old man said about Chen Yutou?"
"I remember. Why?"
Fat Ma grinned confidently. "Then do you recall what the old man said about Chen Yutou's ultimate move, 'Disturbing the Plates'?"
I instinctively nodded and then said, "Didn't my grandfather leave this story unfinished?"
"Old Sun, while you were unconscious, the old man took the time to finish it for me."
"Could it be that you've learned Disturbing the Plates?" I asked in disbelief. The expression on the clay figurine's face changed slightly. The others, however, still looked confused.
"No."
"Then what are you talking about?"
"Hold on, Old Sun. Maybe if I finish this part of the story for you, it will inspire you."
We all looked at the Fat Ma, waiting for him to continue. He stopped rambling and adopted the demeanor of a storyteller: "Ladies and gentlemen, only Old Sun has heard the earlier part of the story. To help you understand how things develop later, I'll briefly summarize what happened before."
Everyone nodded in agreement.
Fat Ma took five minutes to recount the story in a simplified manner.
After all, Fat Ma was quite eloquent; in just five minutes of embellishment, he had everyone captivated and bewildered.
"Is Chen Yutou really that impressive?" Huang Lin said in astonishment, still trying to process the story.
"Don't interrupt me; the more exciting parts are still to come."
Huang Lin quickly closed his mouth.
Fat Ma deliberately cleared his throat a few times and adjusted his voice.
"Speaking of which, that night, under the dark moon and howling winds, a long wolf's howl opened the curtain on the entire story... Fat Ma was lost in his thoughts."
"Cut the nonsense and get to the point," Niren interrupted him.
Fat Ma had no choice but to swallow back the words he was about to say.
To say that Chen Yutou was shocked by the scene before him would be an understatement. The ground was littered with corpses, and their deaths were extremely gruesome. However, Chen Yutou was no ordinary person; he immediately sensed the heavy Killing Intent emanating from this tomb.
In fact, before descending into the tomb, Chen Yutou had already held Black Mud in his mouth. He had just mentioned that Black Mud could suppress Killing Intent, but it was harmful to the body.
Facing the situation before him, Chen Yutou knew he only had the time of three incense sticks. The reason he set this limit was not to prove how capable he was.
Rather, he understood that if Black Mud remained in his body for more than three incense sticks' worth of time, it would pose significant danger. Therefore, he set this time limit as a reminder to himself to keep his actions within that timeframe.
The main burial chamber was just over ten meters away from Chen Yutou. What he needed to do was reach the main burial chamber and obtain a Mingqi to prove that he had indeed dug through sand.
Chen Yutou quickly stabilized his emotions. One thing was certain: he could not take the old path anymore.
At this point, Fat Ma puffed out his cheeks and asked, "What do you think happened?"
"Chen Yutou must have gone over with a Gas Mask," Residual Anger said.
"Definitely not; a Gas Mask can't protect against Killing Intent," Huang Lin countered Residual Anger's claim.
"Then how did he get over there?" Zhang Tong couldn't help but ask.
"This brings us to Disturbing the Plates. Disturbing the Plates can catch both good and bad things. At that time, Chen Yutou already had Black Mud in his stomach, so Killing Intent wasn't his greatest threat; the biggest threat was that unknown presence."
"To say that Chen Yutou is truly remarkable, even I, Fat Master, am quite impressed."
"Get on with it!"
"Why are you rushing me so impatiently?"
The Mud Man fell silent.
Fat Master continued: "At that time, there were many corpses lying on the ground, right? Chen Yutou pieced them together one by one to replace the original burial passage."
"During the first few days after death, a person's yang energy has not yet dissipated. By stepping on these corpses, he could certainly evade some malevolent spirits."
"Isn't it a bit unethical to step on someone else's corpse?" Huang Lin murmured softly.
"What do you know?" the Fat Master scolded.
Huang Lin had no choice but to remain silent.
Sure enough, Chen Yutou stepped on those corpses and safely reached the main tomb chamber. However, he did not dare to relax. The first thing he did upon entering the main tomb chamber was not to rush into panning for gold but to draw blood.
"Draw blood?" I repeated in a low voice.
"Yes, draw blood. He filled a wine cup and then drank it. According to Chen Yutou himself, after drinking the blood, he felt like there was a fire dragon raging in his stomach."
After forcing himself to calm down and completing this task, Chen Yutou began to walk into the main tomb chamber. But just after taking a step or two, he stopped in his tracks. His expression turned grave, beads of sweat forming on his forehead, and he dared not move.
Suddenly, the coffin in the tomb chamber flipped open by itself. At this point in the story, our hearts all tightened.
As soon as the coffin lid hit the ground, Chen Yutou, who had been frozen in fear, rushed forward without any hesitation. Even he didn't know where he found the strength to lift the coffin lid and place it back on the coffin.
Then he pressed his body against the Coffin Lid, feeling something inside pushing against it—whether it was Zongzi or something else, he couldn't tell. Chen Yutou gritted his teeth and held it down firmly, knowing that if whatever was inside managed to escape, he would be doomed. No matter what, he had to endure.
However, the Coffin Lid was flipped open, causing Chen Yutou to fall to the ground. At that moment, his face turned pale, and a wave of heat surged in his chest; the blood and Black Mud in his stomach almost came up.
Chen Yutou forced himself to swallow it back down.
He quickly realized that what lay before him was a Millennium Zongzi, and the corpse sprawled in the tomb passage was likely related to it. He remained frozen on the ground, not daring to move. Oddly enough, when the Zongzi approached him, it seemed completely unaware of his presence.
"Is it because Chen Yutou held his breath that the Zongzi didn't notice him?"
"Wrong. If holding your breath could help you escape from a Zongzi, then whenever we go Panning for Gold underground, we wouldn't have to worry at all. Just hold your breath when encountering a Zongzi; that's just a trick for children. This is all because Chen Yutou had prepared in advance."
Originally, Chen Yutou could have left with just one Mingqi, but just as he was about to do so, he realized something was wrong—the wound from before had started bleeding again.
In a hurry, Chen Yutou freed one hand to press against the wound. The bleeding stopped, but he couldn't let go; if he did, it would be over.
The Millennium Zongzi continued to wander aimlessly in front of Chen Yutou, moving this way and that.
With a chuckle, Zhang Tong was amused by Fat Ma's expression and tone.
"Be serious, Comrade Zhang."
Zhang Tong immediately wiped the smile off his face.
"What happened next?"
Chen Yutou's reputation was not unfounded; he could handle both good and bad situations. Now that the bad had arrived, Chen Yutou realized that panicking would do no good. He decided to draw some blood and smear it on the Mingqi he had retrieved, then tossed it away. The Millennium Zongzi, catching the scent of blood, chased after it.
At this moment, a normal person would have seized the opportunity to escape, but Chen Yutou instead grabbed another Mingqi before making his way out.
When he reached the Tomb Entrance, Chen Yutou cut open the wrists of all the corpses and climbed up the rope to escape. Despite this, he still fell victim to Killing Intent.
After hearing this story, I couldn't help but admire Chen Yutou's methods from the bottom of my heart, yet I still didn't quite understand Disturbing the Plates.
But I didn't ask; Fat Ma probably didn't know either.
Fat Ma added at the end, "Only Fat Master can compare with Chen Yutou's courage."
No one paid attention to Fat Ma's comment because we hadn't gained any insight from his story; we were still facing a dead end.
Just as everyone was feeling downcast, the Mud Man suddenly spoke up: "Fatty, you missed an important point."
This statement caught my attention.
Fat Ma smiled innocently. "How could that be? I basically retold the old man's story; there's no way I forgot anything."
"Then either the old man didn't tell you, or he himself doesn't know."
A ripple of curiosity stirred within me; the Mud Man's certainty suggested he knew something.
"What did Fat Ma miss?" I asked calmly.
“Chen Yutou is the one who dug the tunnel to escape.”
“What? How could he possibly dig a tunnel in such a short time?” Fat Ma questioned.
“Your thinking is too rigid. Time isn’t just what you see. Chen Yutou had plenty of time to dig a tunnel; he excavated a passage from inside the tomb.”
Fat Ma snapped back to reality and asked, “Mud Man, how do you know this?”
The Mud Man was reluctant to answer directly, but the truth was evident. No matter how we pressed him, he wouldn’t divulge anything.
However, he did provide us with a means of escape: digging a tunnel out.
But it seemed that the surroundings were completely sealed off by natural stone, making the prospect of digging a tunnel quite daunting.
“I have a method,” the Mud Man said.
A glimmer of hope appeared on everyone’s faces. “Let’s get to work,” Fat Ma urged. The Mud Man leaned down, pressing his ear to the ground as if listening for something.
Suddenly, Fat Ma exclaimed, “Two-Finger Zen!”
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