"He has so much strength?"
Seeing Zhang Qilin open the tomb door with one hand, Shirley Yang's eyes widened slightly. In her impression, strong people were usually muscular men like Fatty.
She hadn't expected that Zhang Qilin, who looked a bit thin, could push open an ancient tomb door with a single palm.
While Fatty could only watch helplessly?
"Second Brother has always been strong, he just doesn't talk much," Fatty said, his face full of admiration for strength.
"By the way, let me tell you a secret. Second Brother is the muscle of our team, my idol."
Fatty gave a thumbs up, and Shirley Yang didn't say anything.
As the tomb door opened, the phosphorescence, circulated by oxygen, ignited the oil lamps hanging around.
"Hmm, much better than last time. At least they know to invite Fatty in. Fatty is very satisfied."
Fatty nodded in satisfaction as the oil lamps lit up, then, like a small leader, he walked ahead.
Entering the tomb.
Inside were eight stone pillars, bound to which were dried corpses.
The group approached the corpses, and Fatty even touched the hair of one of them.
"Boss, it's animal blood, not human blood," Fatty said after smelling it.
Zhang Tian looked around.
"These mummified bodies should be sacrificed slaves or prisoners, and this place is also a simple sacrificial site," Zhang Tian said. Fatty was somewhat disappointed.
"What kind of dump is this? It lures Fatty in, guides Fatty with light, and then deceives Fatty's feelings. Hmph! Bad tomb!" Fatty kicked out.
But the next moment, Fatty accidentally tripped and fell face-first.
"Damn it, what the hell is this?" Fatty cursed again. He saw a pull ring appear under his foot.
Everyone looked over. The pull ring led underground, and it was clear that a real tomb passage lay beneath.
"These eight pillars correspond to the eight auspicious stars in the sky, and the people trapped here should be sacrifices to these eight constellations."
"I wonder what the tomb owner was thinking," Hu Bayi said slowly, looking at where Fatty had fallen.
"Absorbing the energy of the auspicious stars to return to the origin of the body," Zhang Tian suddenly said, pointing to the patterns on the eight pillars, which were the depictions of eight star gods.
"Boss, it seems we need to break this altar before we go in."
"I agree," Zhang Tian nodded without hesitation.
"Fatty, what are they talking about?" Shirley Yang looked confused. Star constellations, eight auspicious stars, returning to the origin of the body? She was utterly bewildered.
Shirley Yang even suspected she had joined some cult.
"Boss is always doing pointless things, no need to pay attention. Anyway, Fatty doesn't understand either," Fatty waved his hand and got up from the ground.
Shirley Yang was somewhat speechless. As expected, she shouldn't have asked Fatty; he was unreliable.
"This is Feng Shui," Zhang Qilin said rarely. Shirley Yang looked at him.
"Thank you." After thanking him, Shirley Yang turned to Hu Bayi.
"What do we do now?"
"Lure the evil into the formation and break this so-called auspicious star formation," Hu Bayi said. After learning the tomb-robbing arts of the Ban Shan Dao Ren, he had a basic understanding of formations.
"Yes, Old Hu is right. Lure the evil into the formation. Since theirs is an auspicious star formation, we'll create an evil star formation for them," Zhang Tian said. He slowly took out some cinnabar powder and began arranging the formation with Hu Bayi.
"The evil stars are divided into: Zhong Gong Earth Star, Bei Chen Water Star, Da Yang Sun Star, Southern Fire Mars Star, Ji Du Devouring Star, Da Yin Moon Star, Gui Jin Yang Star, and the Broom Star!"
"Old Hu, follow me in arranging. The Da Yin Moon Star will be placed in the southeast, and Gui Jin Yang will be placed at the very front."
"Miss Yang, prepare yourself." Zhang Tian said, as Hu Bayi and Zhang Qilin also helped with the formation.
Then, an eight-star consecutive formation appeared. Afterward, Zhang Tian performed a hand seal.
"Gui Jin Ye, heed my command! Gui Jin descends, all things perish." Zhang Tian chanted softly. At the same time, something seemed to fall onto his fingertip from the sky.
The next moment, a black soul lamp was lit. A lamp on the pillar also quietly changed color.
"How magical is this?"
"Boss is invoking divine possession. This is a typical Taoist technique from Maoshan that Boss has integrated into the formation," Hu Bayi explained from the side.
Shirley Yang looked on with more seriousness, amazed.
Then, after a few more spells from Zhang Tian, eight soul lamps were lit.
The surroundings immediately became eerie and terrifying, with an icy chill filling the entire tomb.
"So cold," Shirley Yang couldn't help but touch her arm. It had already frosted over! Hu Bayi draped a jacket over her, and Shirley Yang felt much better.
"Boss's skills are so good, if he went to Xinjiang to sell air conditioners, he'd be a hit," Fatty grumbled from the side.
At the same time, the corpses that had been hanging limply suddenly raised their heads. They stared intensely at Zhang Tian, and the chains began to sway, looking particularly terrifying.
"What is this?"
"Breaking the formation!" Hu Bayi said. Zhang Qilin and Zhang Tian had already drawn their weapons.
"To break the formation, we need to revive the sacrificers, that is, to make them rise again, and then send them into reincarnation," Zhang Tian explained. Shirley Yang nodded, understanding only half of it.
"Miss Yang, in simple terms, it's like this: Boss is resurrecting those things and then killing them again," Fatty waved his hand and said.
"Fatty, can you use more professional terms?"
"Old Hu, I'm not just rough in body, but also in speech," Fatty winked. Shirley Yang looked at the two of them, and her initial tension dissipated.
"Crackle." The chains binding the corpses snapped, and eight bodies jumped down from the sacrificial pillars.
"Lin!" Zhang Tian slashed his peach wood sword, which was then engulfed in flames. Zhang Qilin, however, didn't even bother to cut his hand; he charged forward directly with his Black Gold Ancient Saber.
Seeing Zhang Qilin charge, Zhang Tian also swung his peach wood sword, and flames flashed. The two of them, one a shadow and the other a flame, flickered continuously. The smell of burning filled the entire tomb.
"They're so well-matched, their coordination is excellent, right, Old Hu?" Fatty murmured from the side. Hu Bayi rolled his eyes at Fatty, too lazy to say more.
Zhang Qilin's saber was incredibly fast; with almost a single black saber flash, a head would fall. These small corpses were not as difficult to deal with as larger ones. Zhang Qilin could basically handle them himself.
Soon, after a pile of flames burned, the sacrificial corpses all turned to ashes.
"If they weren't killed this way, they might have been sacrificing for this tomb owner forever," Zhang Tian said. Fatty nodded as if he understood.
"Alright, the problem is solved. We can go deeper," Zhang Tian said, clapping his hands and putting his peach wood sword back into his backpack.
"Click." Fatty opened the handle under his foot. A downward passage appeared.
"This is the real tomb. Someone who could use these people for sacrifices is likely not simple. Everyone be careful," Zhang Tian said. The group nodded, and Zhang Qilin and Fatty took the lead.
The group descended deeper.
Meanwhile, on the desert surface, An Liman was kneeling on the sand, praying sincerely for Zhang Tian and the others.