bookbashuk Chapter 163 Such a dangerous tomb, and he just went in empty-handed?
Chapter 163 Such a dangerous tomb, and he just went in empty-handed?
Having said that, he picked up the peach wood sword and the yellow talisman, and shouted to his two disciples, "Disciples, come with me! Let this kid see what real magic is!"
The two disciples quickly responded and followed Master Xuanzhen, swaggering into the dark tomb passage.
Everyone gathered at the entrance to the tomb passage, waiting to see Master Xuanzhen make a fool of himself, and also to see Shen Yu make a fool of himself.
"Just wait, Master Xuanzhen will come out in ten minutes, and this kid will have to slink away."
"Young people are so arrogant, thinking they can catch ghosts just by reading a few lousy books? How ridiculous."
Shen Yu leaned against a tree, his hands in his pockets, staring at the dark tomb passage with a calm and unwavering gaze.
Time passed by, second by second.
The campfire crackled and sparks flew everywhere.
The masters gathered around the campfire, warming themselves while continuing to mock Shen Yu.
"Three minutes have passed, shouldn't Master Xuanzhen have resolved the issue by now?"
"Of course! With Master Xuanzhen's skills, dealing with these little things is a piece of cake!"
"When Master Xuanzhen comes out later, I want to see how this kid will handle this."
Zhou Daxian walked up to Shen Yu, crossed his arms, and said smugly, "Kid, did you hear that? Master Xuanzhen is coming out soon. If I were you, I'd better leave now to avoid making a fool of myself later."
Shen Yu didn't even lift his eyelids, as if he hadn't heard him.
Zhou Daxian, feeling rebuffed, left dejectedly.
Just then, a piercing scream suddenly came from the tomb passage!
"Ah—! Help! Master! Help me!"
The sound was sharp and piercing, filled with extreme fear, echoing through the silent mountains and sending chills down one's spine.
Everyone suddenly stood up, their expressions changed drastically, and they all turned to look at the entrance to the tomb passage.
"What's going on?!"
"It's the voice of Master Xuanzhen's disciple!"
"What happened?!"
Before anyone could react, a blood-covered figure tumbled and crawled out of the tomb passage.
He is the eldest disciple of Master Xuanzhen.
His Taoist robe was torn to shreds, his face and body were covered in blood, his eyes were wide open in terror, and he kept shouting:
"Bloody hands! So many bloody hands! Master was dragged away by bloody hands! It's terrifying! It's terrifying!"
After saying that, his eyes rolled back and he fainted.
The scene fell into a deathly silence.
A cold wind howled past, making the campfire flicker, and everyone's faces were drained of color.
The masters who had been so arrogant just moments before were now pale-faced, trembling, and retreating far away from the entrance to the tomb passage.
"How... how could this happen?" Monk Huiming's voice trembled, and he didn't even notice the prayer beads in his hand falling to the ground.
"Master Xuanzhen... Master Xuanzhen has actually run into trouble?" Zhou Daxian's lips trembled, his previous arrogance completely gone.
"What's inside is too ferocious! Too ferocious!" a master said, trembling. "We're no match for it! Let's get out of here! If we don't leave now, we'll all die!"
"Yes! Let's go! Let's get going!"
"This tomb is off-limits! We absolutely cannot enter!"
The masters quickly packed their things and prepared to leave.
"Stop right there!" Lin Jianguo shouted sternly. "Nobody's allowed to leave! Didn't you all say you were so powerful? Now that something's happened, you think you can just run away?"
"General Lin, it's not that we don't want to help, it's just that what's inside is far too ferocious!" Master Xuanzhen's second disciple cried. "Going in is suicide! Please let us go!"
"Yes, General Lin, please, please let us go!"
The masters pleaded desperately, each one terrified out of their wits.
Just then, Shen Yu, who had been silent all along, suddenly moved.
He yawned and glanced at the watch on his wrist.
"You've taken up fifteen minutes of my time."
He said it casually, then walked past the crowd and headed alone into the dark tomb passage.
"Mr. Shen!" Lin Jianguo called out hurriedly, "Would you like to bring a flashlight? Or perhaps some magical artifacts?"
Shen Yu waved his hand without turning his head.
"Need not."
As soon as he finished speaking, his figure disappeared into the dark tomb passage.
Everyone froze, staring blankly at the entrance to the tomb passage, not daring to breathe.
He didn't even bring a flashlight?
Even Master Xuanzhen got trapped inside!
He just went in empty-handed?
Director Wang was so nervous that his palms were sweating, his fists were clenched tightly, and his eyes were fixed on the entrance to the tomb passage.
Lin Jianguo also held his breath, his heart pounding with anxiety.
Although he knew Shen Yu was very powerful, the things inside were just too ferocious.
Mr. Shen, you absolutely mustn't get into trouble.
The moment Shen Yu stepped into the tomb passage, a bone-chilling cold swept over him.
Unlike the brightly lit camp outside, the tomb passage was pitch black, so dark you couldn't see your hand in front of your face. The damp smell of earth mixed with the stench of decaying blood was so strong it was nauseating.
The Western Han Dynasty murals on the walls have long since faded and peeled off, with the remaining pigments twisting into eerie shapes in the darkness.
The wind blew from the depths of the tomb passage, making a mournful, whistling sound, like countless wronged souls weeping softly.
What would be fatal to an ordinary person was nothing more than a gentle breeze to Shen Yu, who was at the fourth level of Foundation Establishment.
He didn't even need to open his eyes; his divine sense spread out like a tide, instantly covering the entire ancient tomb.
The antechamber, the side chambers, the main burial chamber—every corner was clearly imprinted in his mind.
Scattered terracotta figurines, rusted weapons, congealed dark bloodstains on the ground, seven archaeological team members huddled in various parts of the tomb, trembling with fear, and the Taoist priest Xuanzhen trapped in the left side chamber, tormented by illusions to the point of delirium.
In the very center of the main burial chamber, a dense, dark red blood mist floated.
That is the Blood Fiend.
It was formed from the resentment of the concubines who were buried alive.
A thousand years of darkness and resentment transformed them from a wisp of resentment into ferocious blood demons.
She had no complete form, only a swirling cloud of blood mist, within which one could vaguely see twisted and hideous female ghost faces.
Countless pale, blood-stained hands reached out from the blood mist, flailing wildly in the air, each wave bringing with it a chilling gust of wind.
Just now, when Master Xuanzhen and his disciples came in, they were dragged into an illusion by these bloody hands.
In Master Xuanzhen's hallucination, countless bloody hands surged from all directions, trying to tear him apart and devour him. He resisted with all his might, but to no avail. In the end, he could only watch in despair as he was engulfed by the blood mist.
Several archaeologists were even worse off. They were just ordinary people, and as soon as they entered the main tomb chamber, the blood-red yin energy invaded their minds, causing them to see the most terrifying illusions and faint from fright.
If Shen Yu hadn't arrived in time, their souls would have been completely devoured by the blood demon in another half hour, turning them into walking corpses like her.
Blood Fiend also noticed Shen Yu's arrival.