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She thought for a moment and asked, ”The walls were flipped over, or are they mobile?”

”Yes,” Zhan Beiye said as he stabbed one of the black objects to death. ”We were separated once we stepped into the tomb. The black fog was an illusion to hide the shifting of the walls. There are probably three rooms in here, including one main tomb and two side rooms. The one you were in is a side room.”

Meng Fuyao's knife silently sliced past a creature, causing blood to splatter. She asked, ”How do you know that this is the main tomb?”

Zhan Beiye nodded his head towards a spot and said, ”Look at that.”

There was a small door covered by the pond. The door had paintings on it too, though of a very different style. It incorporated drawing methods of ethnic minorities, using clean strokes and light colors. The painting depicted a man with pale-green clothing standing on a boat, his hands to his back while admiring the scenery. The strokes were few, but it created a very magnificent and celestial aura of the man.

Meng Fuyao looked at the painting and promptly remembered that this was what felt abnormal when she was in the passageway. This painting appeared in the lowest corner of the mural in the passageway, and the difference in the style of the painting had aroused her curiosity. Looking back, he must be the owner of the tomb.

However, this man looked like he was of the Han ethnicity. Why would the Gun Tribe tomb bury a Han as their ancestor?

There was no time for her to think in depth. Meng Fuyao remarked, ”The path is over there, right? How do we get there?”

”According to rumors, the Gun Tribe tombs normally had another tomb under a tomb. The bones are all kept in the depths of the hollow mountain, so there must be another pathway below this tomb, though I don't know whether it is wet or dry,” Zhan Beiye frowned as he looked at the floor and replied. ”There are too many of these objects. What's more important is that the booby trap will be activated soon.”

Meng Fuyao then discovered that as more black objects were killed, more blood oozed out and gradually filled up the small pits on the ground. Once a pit was filled up, the blood would flow to the next one. More than half of the pits were already filled up.

”What a wicked method… ” Meng Fuyao sucked in a deep breath. It was intentionally putting them in a tough position. In order to survive, they had to kill these black objects but doing so could cause blood to flow and trigger the trap. They were forced to a dead end.

Burning them could probably work, but their lighters were already snatched away by the bats. There were not even enough lighters for them to last through the remaining journey, much less create a big fire.

No one dared to use thunder crash bombs either. There was no guarantee that the architecture might not collapse or trigger another trap.

The owner had been arranging two paths right from the start - one for people of their clan to pass through safely and another filled with layers of traps for intruders.

Seasoned tomb raiders who entered would not drink the seemingly dangerous alcohol, but if there were any exceptions, those who entered would have to face this trap, triggered by the blood of the objects.

Meng Fuyao smiled bitterly and said, ”It would be good if we were all 'one spot killers' of the Central Plains. One stab seals the throat, and only one drop of blood flows out.”

”It is of no use,” Zhan Beiye said without any hesitation. ”These things are like sacks of blood. Wherever you stab, a pool of blood will splatter. They are meant for this purpose.”

”Why is there no black fog?” Meng Fuyao spotted an anomaly and queried. ”Doesn't the fog appear wherever these things are?”

”Ji Yu crushed the remaining tortoise shell into powder and scattered them around this room,” said Zhan Beiye. ”His tortoiseshell is a treasure specially brought back from E Ocean, Luosha Island in Fufeng. It is like no other and is exceptionally good at fending evil spirits. What a pity that it's all used.”

”I'll pay,” answered Meng Fuyao. ”I will get Yao Xun to find one as soon as possible.”

Zhan Beiye did not reply. He killed another two creatures and looked at the pits that were about to be filled up, the gleaming blood flowing and sputtering as if it was alive. He promptly said, ”Fuyao, later I'll carry you and try to cross over the trap. It's faster this way… ”

”Don't even think about it,” Meng Fuyao cut off his words. ”Do you take me for a pig? If we could cross this, we would have done it long ago. You're carrying me over because you want to use your back as a shield and then sacrifice your life for me? Forget about it.”

Zhan Beiye frowned and said, ”Why do you suspect so much?”

Meng Fuyao smirked and was about to retort him when there was a low cry behind them.

At the same time, a few soldiers started to scream.

Meng Fuyao and Zhan Beiye looked back at the same time - the Dark Wind Horses would never make a commotion out of nothing so what had happened?

What they saw, stopped them in their tracks.

Amongst the soldiers, one of them suddenly hunched and whimpered in great pain. He gradually crouched down and handfuls of hair started to fall. The clothes started to rip apart bit by bit as well, the black cloth resembling butterflies hovering in the air. Right after, his skin started to crack apart, revealing his bright red flesh.