Wu Yu Saves the World

Chapter 187: Grave Robbers' Chronicles Qi Yu 69

Deep in the cold and damp tomb, Zhang Bushun slowly opened his eyes.

He remembered that he was attacked by the terrible corpse poison that day and thought he would have no chance of survival, but at this moment, he woke up miraculously without any discomfort.

His heart was full of doubts, but also a little relieved.

He struggled to get up and explored forward along the narrow passage.

On the walls of the passage, dim lights flickered, reflecting his lonely and determined figure.

Suddenly, his eyes were attracted by a row of neat figures in front of him. They were a group of ancient soldiers, standing quietly, as if they had been waiting for a thousand years.

Their faces have become blurred, but the majesty and solemnity they exude cannot be underestimated.

Just then, Dou Cheng came hurriedly with a letter in his hand.

It was a letter from Zhang Bushun's wife, Zhang Qingping.

In the letter, Zhang Qingping wrote tenderly: "My dear, everything is fine at home. I just hope you can come back soon."

The brief words reveal endless longing and expectation.

After reading the letter, a hint of determination flashed in Zhang Bushun's eyes.

He ordered Dou Cheng: "Go and bring Qingping to the tomb quickly. I have something important to discuss with you."

He knew that Zhang Gaoyuan, his wife and Dou Cheng were the three most important people in his life.

He couldn't abandon them, nor put them in danger.

Although he had not yet come up with a specific plan, Zhang Bushun decided to stay in the tomb temporarily.

As he flipped through the papers, Wu Xie discovered that Zhang Bushun's affairs were still going on.

A few days passed quickly, and Zhang Bushun's figure appeared in Zhang Gaoyuan's sight again.

This time, he held a cold gun in his hand, his eyes were firm and cold, as if he was going to clear away all obstacles.

He walked straight towards Zhang Gaoyuan, pointed a gun at his chest, and said resolutely: "I'm here to pick up my wife, Zhang Qingping."

Zhang Gaoyuan remained calm in the face of this sudden threat, as he had long expected such a day to come.

He did not hand over Zhang Qingping immediately. Instead, he laughed coldly and turned to his sister Zhang Qingping and said.

"Qingping, go ask Zhang Bushun what the immortality technique is. Since he has already got the clue, why doesn't he share it with everyone?"

Zhang Qingping looked at her brother in front of her with mixed feelings.

She knew that her brother had always been obsessed with the art of immortality, but she knew Zhang Bushun better.

She hesitated for a moment, but still walked towards Zhang Bushun.

Zhang Bushun looked at his wife coming towards him, the coldness in his eyes eased a little, and he spoke softly to Zhang Qingping.

"Qingping, the art of longevity is not as simple as we thought. I just found some clues, but there are huge dangers hidden behind those clues. If the bomb filled with viruses is unsealed, the consequences will be disastrous. Think about it, if people become zombies, what's the point of having the art of longevity?"

After hearing what Zhang Bushun said, Zhang Qingping felt a pang of anxiety in her heart.

She recalled her brother's advice to her to persuade Zhang Bushun to hand over the clues of the secret of immortality.

But at this moment, she understood Zhang Bushun's worries and concerns even more.

She decided to stand on Zhang Bushun's side and no longer be manipulated by her brother.

So, Zhang Qingping followed Zhang Bushun and lived in the ancient tomb.

In the tomb, with the help of the flashlight, Wu Xie quietly read the old diary.

His eyes moved between the lines, as if he wanted to uncover the secrets that had been hidden for a long time through these words.

Suddenly, his eyes fixed and his finger stopped on a paragraph.

What is recorded there is what Zhang Bushun once mentioned, that he fell off a cliff after being infected with corpse poison.

However, Wu Xie discovered that the description in the diary was significantly different from Zhang Bushun's previous oral statement.

This made him suspicious. Could it be that Zhang Bushun was lying?

Suppressing his doubts, Wu Xie continued reading.

One day, Dou Cheng said to Zhang Bushun: "Brother Bushun, I always feel that Zhang Qingping's appearance is not accidental. I suspect she is here to monitor us."

After hearing this, Zhang Bushun smiled faintly, with a hint of disdain in his eyes.

He said directly: "Brother Cheng, you don't have to doubt it, she is indeed here to monitor us."

Dou Cheng was shocked when he heard this. He didn't expect Zhang Bushun to be so sure.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm his inner turmoil, and then asked.

"Brother Bushun, do you believe in the art of immortality?"

Zhang Bushun shook his head and replied.

"The art of immortality? That's just a fantasy of the world. Brother Cheng, you should know that if you have something, you will lose it, and if you get something, you have to pay for it. If the art of immortality really exists, it is definitely not a shortcut. As a human being, you still have to be down-to-earth and live the life you want."

After hearing what Zhang Bushun said, Dou Cheng was touched and decided to follow Zhang Bushun until death.

What they didn't expect was that Zhang Qingping overheard their conversation.

Wu Xie looked at Zhang Bushun lying quietly in the coffin, with doubts surging in his heart.

He felt that Zhang Bushun had a new understanding of the art of immortality, and perhaps the diary might contain the answers.

Just as Wu Xie's attention returned to the diary, a burst of rapid gunfire broke the silence of the tomb.

Xie Yuchen immediately alertly reminded everyone that the people above had puppet bombs in their hands, and any carelessness could cause unpredictable danger.

Everyone's nerves were suddenly tense. They knew that every step of this expedition was full of unknowns and dangers.

Wu Xie's gaze fell on Zhang Bushun again. He thought of the double-layer tomb mentioned in the diary, and his heart moved.

Perhaps, this secret is hidden in a deeper tomb chamber.

So he signaled everyone to put on gloves and carefully carried out Zhang Bushun's body.

While everyone was looking for the switch of the tomb, Qi Yu, who was hiding inside, pretended to be careless and opened the switch of the lower tomb.

So, everyone followed Qi Yu and stepped into the deeper level of the tomb.

Under the dim light, the walls of the tomb are engraved with ancient totems, as if telling a forgotten history.

There was an indescribable dullness in the air, which made people hold their breath involuntarily.

Suddenly, a figure flashed in front of him. Xie Yuchen looked closely and found that it was Zhai Xingyao.

Holding a flashlight, he carefully scanned the entire tomb, as if looking for something.

After a moment, he turned around and said to Xie Yuchen, "There is a door in front. We have to go and take a look."

Upon hearing this, everyone followed Zhai Xingyao's steps.

They walked along the narrow corridor, and the stone slabs under their feet made a dull echo.

After walking for a while, there was a strange noise suddenly, as if something was crawling in the dark.

Wu Xie's heart tightened and he turned around to look, only to see Qi Yu's old father Hei Xia Zi standing not far away, breathing heavily.

He pointed to the back and said in a trembling voice: "The corpse is rising!"

Everyone turned their heads to look after hearing this. Only Qi Yu approached Hei Xia Zi inconspicuously and secretly cast a protective shield for his old father.

A few seconds later, a zongzi emitting green light was seen slowly walking out of the darkness. Its face was hideous and it exuded a terrifying aura.

Fatty Wang couldn't help but laugh when he saw this. He taunted, "Hei Xiazi, you are old and still afraid of this? Watch me!"

As he spoke, he raised the gun in his hand and fired at the ghost soldiers.

However, surprisingly, the ghost soldier seemed not to be affected at all and continued to move forward slowly.

Fatty Wang's bullets seemed to have no effect on it.

At this time, Zhai Xingyao said calmly: "Don't waste bullets. This kind of zongzi cannot be dealt with by ordinary weapons."

As he spoke, he pulled out a drone bomb and aimed it at the ghost soldier.

"Bang!" With a loud bang, the drone bomb exploded on the ghost soldier, blowing it to pieces.