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However, in a split second, she had already commanded herself to calm down. No matter what, Zhan Beiye was powerful enough to prevent anything from killing him. Since she was fine, he would definitely be fine as well. He might have encountered the same situation and was searching for her as well.

The designer of the tomb had incorporated the essence of tomb designs of both the Han ethnicity and the Gun Tribe and had a specialty in strategizing how to control one's thoughts and feelings. It was highly likely that right from the moment they stepped into the tomb, they had already fallen prey to the designer's cursed gameplan.

Since it was made up of formations, there must be flaws in it. Meng Fuyao extinguished the precious lighter and started to analyze the situation.

There were some crystal beads scattered on the floor, reflecting scattered beams of light. Meng Fuyao stared at these glittering, crystal-clear objects and her heart suddenly thumped.

She vaguely felt that something was not right, but she could not recall what it was.

If a thought flashed by, the best way to recall would be to run through her memory.

She slowly recapped what she was thinking of.

'The beads… reflection…'

'Reflection…'

Something clicked in her brain, and that thought made her hair stand on end.

'Yes! The reflection!'

When she used the lighter in the fog, there was a projection of her expression, and she vividly remembered how ashen she looked - the question was, how did she see her own face?

It meant that there was a mirror on the opposite side!

However, the tomb that she stepped into after dashing out of the fog had no mirror.

Could it be her position changed in that split moment? That the spot she was standing on was not where she first entered the tomb?

Meng Fuyao took a deep breath and ignited the lighter once again. There was no coffin in the tomb, but there was a diverse collection of funerary objects, such as agate bottles, crystal cups, coral trees, products made of silver or gold, and clay pots of various sizes. She walked towards a wall and wanted to take a closer look.

Behind her, someone gently placed his arm on her shoulder, the exhalation causing her hair to sway.

Meng Fuyao started to turn back in joy and said, ”Zhan… ”

From the corner of her eye, she spotted a long black shadow with two sharp heads on the ground.

That was not even human!

Meng Fuyao did not complete her turn and forcefully twisted back her body. She sprinted forward, and with a raise of her arm, Destiny Rebellion drew a clean and sharp arc behind her.

The shadow behind her twisted its body and with a whoosh, avoided her backhand slice with much agility. Meng Fuyao's expression changed once she saw what was behind.

It was a Double-Headed Snake, but its size was beyond imagination!

It was more like two snakes that twisted together to form a team. They stood at the height of one and a half humans, exceeding Meng Fuyao's height. There were two heads on the ground and another two above ground, adding up to four heads and eight ghostly eyes that stared deadly at Meng Fuyao.

This tomb actually had the king of the Double-Headed Snakes, and from the look of it, the two snakes seemed to be of different genders. No wonder that Double-Headed Snake in the karst cave did not bite her - the feast had to be offered to the ancestors.

Meng Fuyao flashed her knife, and the glare of the blade reflected a cold glare. 'Come on, two big springs, I will handle the both of you!'

The snake's heads shook and stared at Meng Fuyao but did not attack, continuously spitting out large volumes of black fog. Seeing the sight before her, Meng Fuyao realized that it was this thing that created the fog that was surrounding her before.

One human and two snakeheads confronted each other in the cold and gloomy tomb. For some reason, the snake seemed to hesitate. However, in the end, it seemed unable to suppress its natural craving to kill. With a bounce of its body, its enormous tail swept towards Meng Fuyao.

In fact, it was not just the tail but also the head. The green eyeballs hovered in mid-air while its sharp fangs bared, shooting a green and pungent venom in all directions.

With a rustle, the snakehead had already neared with its mouth opened so wide that it could swallow a human, vaguely exposing its dark red organs. Meng Fuyao went head-on determinedly, and with a flip, she landed below the snake's stomach and was about to stab her dagger into its abdomen.

The giant snake had quick reflexes and avoided the stab even in mid-air by rolling away. Its agility was no less than any martial arts expert, but Meng Fuyao was even faster. She pounced on it and along with her leap came a series of slicing, chopping, stabbing and thrusting; she even used the sixth level of the Cleaving Nine Heavens martial arts. A green fluorescence luminescence radiated from her dagger and sparks appeared wherever the blade passed by, leaving behind a deep trench.

Meng Fuyao's figure was ever-changing, and she was even more agile than the naturally-flexible snakes. Every time the snake shifted, Meng Fuyao's blade would be waiting in its line of motion. Though the snake had a tough body and nimble heads, it was still unable to avoid her attacks that were incorporated with inner energy. Before long, many slices appeared on the snake's body.

Meng Fuyao attacked fiercely and punched aggressively, determined to vent all the pain and grievances she had suffered on this pair of snakes.

”Who told you to keep twisting and twisting and twisting! A damned pair of eels!” Meng Fuyao cursed ferociously. ”Let me help you untie your shoelaces!”

A swish of her knife towards the twisted pair of heads made the heads cower in a hurry. Below, the other two heads looked up and slithered towards Meng Fuyao. The latter did not even bother to take a look and directly chopped towards them, with the aura of ”I'm going to split you apart even if I have to risk getting bitten by you”.