Stealing the Pen: Kirin's Primordial Lotus

Chapter 202

Hua Yu, Zhang Qiling and Zhang Dahai stood quietly a few steps away from Wu Sansheng and the other three, staring ahead with sharp eyes.

Wu Sansheng and his two men were listening attentively to Wu Xie's translation of the text on the stele. Everyone was immersed in the pursuit of history.

Wu Sansheng suddenly turned around and glanced at Hua Yu and the other two. A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, but he soon regained his composure. "Mr. Hua, Brother Zhang, and Dahai, you are here." He greeted them with a smile, as if he was not surprised by their arrival.

Hua Yu nodded slightly in response. His eyes revealed a calm and profound aura, as if he had seen through everything around him. Zhang Qiling seemed a little indifferent, his eyes always fell on the tombstone in the distance, as if he was thinking about something important. Zhang Dahai seemed a little curious, he kept observing the surrounding environment, trying to find more clues.

"Have you come up with any clues? Whose tomb is this from the Warring States Period?" Hua Yu asked, his voice low and magnetic.

Wu Sansheng was about to speak when Wu Xie interrupted him, "This is the tomb of a man named King Lu Shang. It says on the tombstone that this is a general who fought for the king of his country. There is also a jade seal that can summon ghost soldiers.

But later he told his king that he had been using the ghost soldiers to fight in recent years, so the underworld was short of manpower and caused unrest in the underworld, and he wanted to help. After he helped suppress the unrest, he would come back to repay the king for his kindness.

Then he passed away in front of his king, and the king ordered a tomb to be built for the King of Lu Shang.

Wu Xie looked up at Hua Yu, as if showing off his knowledge.

Hua Yu paid no attention to Wu Xie, and looked at Wu Sansheng, raising his chin, "There are so many coffins here, which one is the coffin of King Lu Shang? Or maybe there is not a single coffin here, and it is a fake tomb used to confuse people."

Before Wu Sansheng could speak, he heard Pan Zi say, "Master San, there is a coffin here that has been opened."

Wu Sansheng's face changed, and he strode to Pan Zi's side. Wu Sansheng looked at the sarcophagus, and indeed there were signs of prying at the head.

Pan Zi took out a crowbar from his backpack and placed it on the spot where the previous person had pried it open. As Pan Zi exerted force, the coffin lid was easier to open. Wu Sansheng leaned over and looked inside the coffin. "Why is there a foreigner buried here? This looks quite fresh."

After Pan Zi opened the coffin lid completely, he wanted to reach into the coffin to pull the foreigner out, but a big hand pinched his shoulder joint, "Don't move, the real owner is down there."

Wu Sansheng and Pan Zi then discovered that there was a corpse covered with black hair under the foreigner.

After the big hand left, Pan Zi thought to himself: This hand is really strong, it hurts me to death. When he looked up, he saw a black shadow as big as a bucket not far from them, approaching them little by little.

Pan Zi's hand quietly touched Wu Xie beside him, and whispered in his ear: "Young Third Master, these are our shadows. To our right are Mr. Hua and his shadows. Whose is the one on the left?"

Wu Xie felt uneasy after hearing what Pan Zi said. He looked up and counted the number of people, then counted the figures on the wall. There was indeed one more person, and that figure did not look like a human shadow. It was as big as a bucket and had no neck, and the body underneath also looked enormous.

Wu Xie suddenly turned around and shone the flashlight towards the strange figure, "Over there!"

Wu Sansheng, Pan Zi and Da Kui, Hua Yu, Zhang Qiling and Zhang Dahai all turned around to look at the place where Wu Xie's light was shining.

It turned out to be a person with a clay pot on his head that he had found from somewhere and two holes in it. The person's two small eyes were blinking at them.

Suddenly, the clay jar broke into pieces, and the man let out a strange cry and ran out. Zhang Qiling's face changed, "We can't let him touch the coffin." After saying that, he ran out with him.

Hua Yu was stopped by Zhang Dahai, "Your Highness, Your Highness, the clan leader is as skilled as you are. Don't worry too much. The things in the coffin can't hurt the clan leader."

Wu Xie couldn't figure out his position and wanted to follow, but Wu Sansheng grabbed him and said, "With your small body, are you planning to use your body to feed the rice dumplings in the coffin so that we can have a chance to escape?"

Wu Xie stammered, "Can't I go and take a look? Besides, I'm not going to cause any trouble."

Wu Sansheng let go of his hand and invited him over, "Please. Look at your small body. If you don't make trouble, you are already helping others. Just follow me honestly. If you just stand aside and watch the fight, people will think you are in the way!"

Hua Yu and Zhang Dahai were perfectly invisible, watching Wu Sansheng take Pan Zi and Da Kui to the left tomb chamber, leaving Wu Xie to go to the right tomb chamber alone.

Wu Xie came to the tomb chamber on the right and found that there was nothing inside, but there was a fishy smell and some leather that had not completely rotted.

Wu Xie ran out of the tomb on the right side retching, and suddenly found that the tomb, which was originally bright, suddenly had no lights, and the candles were all extinguished.

Hua Yu and Zhang Dahai hid in the corner, watching Wu Xie jumping around in the tomb.

"Third Uncle! Pan Zi! Da Kui!" Wu Xie called out the names of the three over and over again.

But the only sound in the entire tomb was his voice and the echo, with no other sound.

Wu Xie was sweating profusely, and carefully groped for the place where the man had appeared before with the light. There he found a backpack, a roll of hemp rope, a few candles and a stack of blueprints.

Wu Xie originally wanted to take these things to a safe place to study them carefully, but he didn't expect that maybe he didn't check the calendar before going out today or what, he fell down on the ground and the flashlight flew out.

Wu Xie quickly got up and picked up the flashlight on the ground.

There was a deafening "boom", as if the whole world was shaking. Wu Xie quickly shone the flashlight in the direction of the sound, and saw that the half-open coffin lid had been completely opened, and a foreigner's body was thrown out. Then, a shocking scene happened - a zongzi covered with black hair slowly sat up from the coffin!!!

Wu Xie was so frightened that he lost two of his three souls and five of his seven spirits. He opened his eyes wide and was so frightened that he could hardly breathe. He covered his mouth tightly with one hand, fearing that he would make a sound; with the other hand, he tightly covered the light of the flashlight. His body involuntarily leaned back until his back was pressed against the cold stone pillar.

Hua Yu and Zhang Dahai were also stunned by the scene before them. They could never imagine that Wu Xie had such an ability to make the zongzi, which had just been lying quietly in the coffin without any abnormality, suddenly come back to life. You know, before, so many people stared at it but couldn't make it come back to life. Even when the foreigner's blood was almost soaking it, the zongzi didn't react at all. But now, Wu Xie did it easily.

Hua Yu looked at Zhang Dahai, her eyes full of doubt and puzzlement, as if asking: "Isn't this Wu Xie the only son of the Wu family? And why did I hear Hei Xiazi say before that the third master of the Wu family hired him to clean up a tomb? Could it be that this one was not cleaned up?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Dahai waved his hands quickly, with an anxious look on his face, and explained: "I don't know either! We have been underground for so many years, and we have never encountered many Zongzi. Generally speaking, they either jump out by themselves before we open the coffin, or they jump out after we open the coffin, but we will kill them in the end. This is the first time I have encountered a situation where a zongzi lies in a coffin, soaked in blood, but can lie quietly for so long under the gaze of so many of us before suddenly jumping out!"

After hearing this, Hua Yu's doubts did not subside. She looked at Zhang Dahai suspiciously, wondering if he had concealed any important information. Seeing this, Zhang Dahai was very anxious and almost swore to prove his innocence. He said nervously: "I swear to God, if I lie, I will die. We really don't know why this zongzi is so strange. Maybe it's because of the special environment here, or other reasons. But please believe me, we definitely didn't deliberately hide anything."

Hua Yu could only look at Wu Xie's suddenly resurrected black-haired zongzi with half-belief. Zhang Dahai also breathed a sigh of relief.

Wu Xie peeked from behind the stone pillar, and saw that the black-haired zongzi lay back in the coffin, and then the man slowly crawled to the Yumen side, and after crawling out completely, he stood at the door, panting heavily, and looked back while running to see if there was any trace of the black-haired zongzi.

After Wu Xie left, Hua Yu and Zhang Dahai came out from the corner. They came to the coffin of the black-haired zongzi and stared at the black-haired zongzi with its eyes closed. No matter how hard they looked, it showed no signs of getting up. Hua Yu even produced a bronze stick from nowhere and poked the zongzi again and again, but the zongzi showed no signs of getting up.

Zhang Qiling came in from outside at this time, "Ayu."

Hua Yu heard Zhang Qiling's voice and stuffed the bronze stick in her hand into Zhang Dahai's arms, "Here's a reward for you."

Zhang Dahai held the bronze stick in his arms as if he had seen something. He couldn't let it go, with a big smile on his face.

"Brother, that fat guy just now looked familiar. Have we seen him there before?" Hua Yu first walked around Zhang Qiling before asking.

"Panjiayuan, nephew."

"So he's Fatty Wang's nephew! No wonder they look so similar, both are fat." Hua Yu suddenly realized, "So should we go and recycle that useless ghost seal next?"

Zhang Qiling nodded, and then the three of them left the tomb.