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Even though the pair of snakes had good chemistry, they were at a loss facing Meng Fuyao's attacks that resembled that of a lunatic woman. Instinctively, their heads turned towards two opposite directions. Capitalizing on that opportunity, Meng Fuyao suddenly dropped her dagger and grabbed a head in each of her hands. With a strong kick, two porcelain pots flew towards them, and with a loud bang, the heads crashed into the respective pots. Meng Fuyao immediately stuck the pots in the lotus-shaped handrails.

The pots were stuck tightly in the handrail. The snakes struggled to wiggle out, and the other two heads continued to pounce on the ground, but they were to no avail.

Meng Fuyao picked up her dagger. Smiling wickedly, she walked up and said, ”I know you aren't afraid of me chopping you up into two because the two segments will just transform into four snakes. That's too much for trouble for me. With your main heads trapped, there's no use for your vice heads to try to fight.”

She was about to settle the remaining heads when a loud commotion rang behind her, with sounds of objects crashing and some rustling. Meng Fuyao looked back and saw that the bunch of porcelain pots had all fallen and were scattered across the ground. In some of the posts, black objects slowly crawled out.

As for the four terracotta warriors, the black porcelain pieces on their bodies started to crack and fall piece by piece, revealing a golden armor within it.

Meng Fuyao was stunned.

There was a cursed snake, and so be it but what was this? A mutated terracotta corpse?

Of course, the Gun Tribe was rumored to be a demonic clan that specializes in spells and curses. She should have expected that there would not have been any normal corpses in the tomb.

What a pity that Meng Fuyao was not a student of the craft of tomb raiding. Up until then, she had never seen a mutated corpse with her own eyes, much less developed a habit to fight this species.

Furthermore, the group of black objects was as big as a pet dog. The thin and weak limbs were on the floor, and its red face looked somewhat human and non-human at the same time. It seemed even more poisonous than the snakes, leaving behind curtains of black fog. The demonic atmosphere appeared, and Meng Fuyao was afraid that the phantoms would come again. If she could not remain conscious in such a place, only death would await her.

So, she fled.

Meng Fuyao smashed the snakeheads with strong kicks and ran far away. Behind her, the sound of cracks became louder and louder, while the temperature seemed to drop by a few degrees. The snakes were dead, but the fog became even thicker than ever. Meng Fuyao saw the black objects crawling towards her, blocking her path. Each one burst open and revealed a red body, highly resembling the flayed hedgehogs that they devoured a few days earlier.

The ”hedgehogs” pounced on her, bringing along with them a fishy odor. Behind, the terracotta warriors finished shedding, and the golden-armored warriors raised their hands stiffly, seeming to follow the movements of the black objects. It lifted its hands and in each palm lay a bead.

It's ”eyes” followed Meng Fuyao's figure, the bead in its palms continually adjusting their position, like a sniper aiming towards its target.

Meng Fuyao was forced to the state whereby she could no longer retreat.

The places that the ”hedgehogs” passed by were contaminated with a sticky red juice that simmered with smoke. There was a booby trap below the tomb, and the ”hedgehogs” were wickedly trying to force her into the trap. Meanwhile, the four corners were stationed with the mutated terracotta corpses with their palms deadly aimed towards her. Once they finished adjusting their positions, she would become the sacrificial object at the intersection of the four beads.

Meng Fuyao had nowhere to go. Out of the blue, she jumped upwards.

She was only halfway through the jump when she slanted her body and reached out to a branch of the coral tree in the corner of the wall. She swung to the other side, and with a kick, the gold and silver pots flew towards the group of ”hedgehogs” and the mutated corpses. Some of them were scattered further away, smashing against the walls.

Those black objects subconsciously avoided the pots, and their movements made the mutated terracotta corpses close their palms slowly.

Meng Fuyao heaved a sigh of relief and leaned against the wall, her back covered with cold sweat.

A thunderous sound rang in her ears.

The wall suddenly disappeared, and Meng Fuyao could not help but fall back. The same fishy odor wafted towards her again, and she saw those black ”hedgehogs” suddenly appearing before her, their pungent saliva almost dripping on her forehead. The closest one to her raised its sharp and bloody claws to attack and was about to land on her eyelids.

Meng Fuyao's heart sank. She was going to die!

Almost instantaneously, a black figure spun before her like a tornado and a pair of steel-like hands grabbed her shoulders, pulling her to safe ground. Meng Fuyao instinctively wanted to use her dagger to stab the figure, but its voice sounded, ”It's me!”

It was Zhan Beiye.

Meng Fuyao instantly relaxed but almost dropped down again. Zhan Beiye caught her in time and hollered, ”Be careful!”

Clutching on to him and without a clear vision, Meng Fuyao shouted, ”Where have you been?”

”I was always here,” replied Zhan Beiye as he waved his sword, the gleam of its blade flashing by like strokes of lightning. ”I encountered the same situation.”

It was at that moment that Meng Fuyao realized that she was in the corner of a tomb. Zhan Beiye was in front of her, and Ji Yu and the remaining soldiers were present as well. There was the mural she saw, shattered pots on the floor and the strange block objects. She was still in the same tomb with the same creatures, but under closer scrutinization, she found out that there were less funerary objects and there were no terracotta warriors in the four corners. It was obvious that it was a different batch.