Eat Little Almonds
Chapter 99 Burying Gu Su
The rock walls on both sides appeared somewhat black.
What came into their view was a magnificent palace built inside the mountain.
Being jostled around uncomfortably on the Blood Corpse's shoulder, Qiao Yu simply twisted its head off.
The Blood Corpse was just an ordinary level 10 monster, and aside from looking a bit scary, it posed basically no threat to Qiao Yu in his current state.
Seeing Qiao Yu take action, the others followed suit and dealt with the Blood Corpse.
Now that there were no corpse-controlling experts like Mr. Mo around, they naturally didn't need to continue playing dead.
Only Gu Su, still nailed with corpse-suppressing nails, lay on the ground with a hopeless expression.
Qiao Yu tried to help him pull out the nails, but his hand sizzled and smoked as soon as he touched them.
This stuff was a natural counter to corpses like them.
After an unsuccessful attempt, Qiao Yu asked, "Let's just find a place to bury him, he can't help us anyway. Who's in favor? Who's against?"
"I'm in favor!" x6
Gu Su instantly panicked, turning his pleading gaze towards Shi Shaorong, who hadn't spoken.
Rongrong! I knew you wouldn't abandon me, right!
"I'm also in favor, bury him deep," Shi Shaorong's cool voice echoed.
Gu Su: "..."
In the end, the immobile Gu Su was buried deep in the corner of the hall by Qiao Yu.
Qiao Yu's action wasn't entirely out of revenge; he wasn't one to hold grudges.
First, Gu Su couldn't move, and bringing him along would mean the group would have to protect him.
Second, burying Gu Su deep underground would prevent him from being accidentally injured by the Corpse Fiends.
Finally, he just didn't like Gu Su.
After burying Gu Su, Qiao Yu finally had time to carefully observe the interior of the imperial tomb.
Besides the main hall, there were nine doorways around it, leading to unknown places.
In the center of the hall was a huge rack, covered with countless gold and silver objects, obviously burial goods.
And in the very center of the rack was a magnificent stone coffin.
The stone coffin was about two meters long, with a five-clawed golden dragon carved on the surface, lifelike and ready to burst out of the coffin at any moment.
"Goodness, is this the emperor's coffin?" A male student with a pointy face and monkey cheeks couldn't help but exclaim.
His name was Shi Yimin, and along with another girl, Shen Si, they were both assassin-types.
Shi Yimin walked forward, first stroking the stone coffin, then reaching out and knocking on the lid, looking like a curious child.
"Shi Yimin, aren't you afraid the person in the coffin will jump out and slap you?"
A female voice rang out, and Shi Yimin's face darkened.
Qiao Yu turned to look, and the speaker was Shen Si, who had healthy, tanned skin, looking like a lithe female leopard.
"I'll get back at that bitch Hua Ci for that slap sooner or later, and you too, Shen Si! Our fight isn't over yet!"
Shi Yimin angrily slammed the stone coffin.
And with that slam, Shi Yimin caused trouble.
Bang!
An iron-blue hand instantly broke through the stone coffin and grabbed the closest neck, Shi Yimin's.
Shi Yimin reacted quickly, instantly pulling out two daggers and stabbing at the hand.
However, the daggers only scraped out a series of sparks and two white marks on the hand, unable to injure it at all.
Vaguely, they could even hear the sound of Shi Yimin's bones, as if his cervical spine would be crushed in the next second.
Qiao Yu attacked fearlessly, slamming his Yanyue Blade directly onto the hand with a clang.
The hand, in pain, immediately retracted back into the coffin.
An angry roar came from inside the stone coffin.
Shi Yimin, looking terrified, clutched his neck and retreated rapidly, away from the stone coffin.
"Cough cough, Qiao Yu, thank you, thank you so much! If there's anything Shi Yimin can do for you in the future, just ask, cough cough cough."
Shi Yimin gave Qiao Yu a grateful look.
Qiao Yu nodded, "We're all teammates, it's what we should do."
"Shi Yimin, what's in that coffin? You can't even resist?" A large man with a wolf-fang club said in a muffled voice.
His name was Gong Zhen, and he was Zuo You's last opponent. Just looking at his appearance, no one would think he was a high school student who had just taken the college entrance exam.
He looked more like a divorced man with two kids.
"If I'm not mistaken, that's probably a hanba (drought demon)."
Shen Si's brow also furrowed, then slowly relaxed as she breathed a sigh of relief.
"Fortunately, we only need to stop it from resurrecting, we don't have to face it head-on."
"But how do we stop its resurrection? The mission didn't say!" Gong Zhen spread his hands.
The imperial tomb fell silent, and Qiao Yu also looked thoughtful. This hanba... what's the drop rate like?
"We're in trouble," Zuo You said, breaking the silence.
Everyone looked towards the entrance of the imperial tomb.
Mr. Mo walked in with an angry expression, followed by more than a dozen Black Corpses and dozens of Blood Corpses.
Gu Yuan and the others were covered in blood, their fate unknown.
Seeing Qiao Yu and the others, Mr. Mo's face became even more gloomy.
"You have some nerve!"
Mr. Mo shrieked sharply, and as soon as he finished speaking, the Corpse Fiends behind him attacked.
"Move!"
Qiao Yu raised his blade and met several Black Corpses.
Compared to the shadow servants summoned by Gu Su, these Black Corpses, although beginner-level monsters, were clearly lacking.
Moreover, his Corpse Transformation state gave him an additional one hundred points of defense, making him far stronger than during the college entrance exam.
Not long after the fight began, one Black Corpse was split in half by Qiao Yu's blade.
Although the others weren't as fierce as Qiao Yu, they were more than capable of dealing with two or three Black Corpses each.
It wouldn't be long before all the Black Corpses here were cleared out.
"Courting death!"
Seeing Qiao Yu solve another Black Corpse in the blink of an eye, Mr. Mo flipped his hands, and an inkstone and a writing brush appeared in his hands.
"With one stroke, the world moves, answering to the Three Pure Ones above, and the mind below!"
He used the brush to draw a strange talisman towards Qiao Yu, and Qiao Yu felt his movements immediately slow down.
His expression changed, and he gripped the Yanyue Blade in reverse and threw it at Mr. Mo.
A Blood Corpse instantly stood in front of Mr. Mo, blocking this sure-kill strike for him.
Seeing this, Mr. Mo wrote even faster.
"With the second stroke, the Ancestor creates, inviting the great gods, mobilizing great soldiers."
"With the third stroke, fierce fiends avoid, what corpse dares to see, what fiend dares to block!"
"I order with my brush, ten thousand corpses hide away!"
After Mr. Mo finished the three strokes, Qiao Yu felt his entire body was imprisoned by a strange power.
Then Mr. Mo repeated the process, and Zuo You and the others were instantly controlled as well.
The situation instantly reversed, and the eight of them became fish on a chopping board, thrown next to Gu Yuan and the others.
Mr. Mo's aged chest rose and fell continuously, clearly showing that continuously casting this spell was taking a toll on him.
He no longer had the calm demeanor he had when he first appeared, and he grinned at Qiao Yu, revealing a sinister smile.
"Don't worry, I won't kill you, you are the master's best food!"