Chapter 62: Fatty’s Worldview, Shattered…..
Just thinking of that sea monkey on the ghost ship made Wu Xie and Lin Yan feel utterly unwell, a sense of threat like they were about to be gutted lingering in their hearts… If there was a timer now, they could see their 100-meter sprint speed might not match a world champion’s, but compared to a provincial champion, it would still be… no problem?
Sure enough, human potential is infinite! Survival instinct too!
Luckily, they weren’t too far from that door to the side chamber before, managing to rush into the jade door pointed out by the little jar earlier just before the sea monkey caught them, pushing the door shut from the inside.
This jade door had its own bolt; once closed, the stone bolt automatically sprang up. No matter how the sea monkey rammed it, the door didn’t budge an inch, at most shaking some dust down from above, covering the two head to toe.
“Scared me to death. I, I thought, thought we were gonna be eaten by the sea monkey.” Wu Xie plopped down on the ground by the door, panting heavily and mumbling to himself. Lin Yan glared at him upon hearing it—if anything was getting eaten, it was Wu Xie; what did it have to do with him, Lin Yan? Wu Xie clearly had a physique that attracted zombies, didn’t he? Maybe he was the one getting dragged down instead. What a loss, what a loss; he needed to ask for some mental distress compensation.
Wu Xie seemed to sense his gaze and looked up, his attention immediately drawn to the box in his arms: “No, wait, you’re still carrying it?”
Lin Yan followed his gaze to his own arms and realized he was still clutching this little zombie’s coffin tightly. He immediately set the coffin flat on the ground and patted it twice soothingly: “Just forgot to put it down earlier in the chaos, right? I left your home here for you; come get it yourself, just don’t bring that big guy from outside in.”
Only now that the crisis was resolved did they have the spare energy to observe A Ning’s next room.
It was just a huge circular tomb chamber, with a massive pool in the center. They could step right in after a few paces forward, and in the middle of the pool floated a huge coffin.
Not to mention why this pool provided such great buoyancy, for some reason, Lin Yan looking at this coffin felt it especially resembled a bathtub. Wu Xie by the side also complained: “Damn, this coffin looks way too much like a footbath basin, right?”
Good grief, the two of them were getting more outrageous than each other! Who knows what expression the tomb owner here would have if he knew they were slandering his coffin like this. Probably want to beat them to death, right?
“Do you know what era this coffin is from? How could ancient people make a coffin this shape? Wouldn’t it feel uncomfortable sleeping in?” Lin Yan asked Wu Xie with interest, stroking his chin, earning a roll of the eyes from Wu Xie: “He’s been dead so long; whether it’s uncomfortable or not doesn’t matter anymore, right? This coffin looks like it’s from the Warring States period; only people from that era used basin-shaped coffins like this. It’s just that the one in front of you does kinda look like… cough.”
Lin Yan shook his head and sighed: “Sigh, same coffin, but Lu Shang Wang was also from the Warring States period, wasn’t he? His coffin was way more normal than this, right?”
Lu Shang Wang? Warring States period? Wu Xie couldn’t help but fall into thought. How did this connect to the snake-browed bronze fish again? So far, two underground palaces, two Warring States tombs, and two snake-browed bronze fish. Did that mean there was a third tomb? Was the third snake-browed bronze fish hidden inside?
Thinking of the interlocking architecture pattern he saw in the side chamber earlier, he had a vague feeling—that pattern above depicted the location of the third snake-browed bronze fish! From the style, it should be in the Western Regions? These three tombs: one in the south, one in the central plains, one in the west. Were there connections between these three locations?
As he sank into thought, dense little bubbles suddenly started gurgling up from under the pool, as if something wanted to come out from inside.
Lin Yan also heard strange sounds from the pool and turned his gaze over, just in time to see more and more bubbles rising upward, like the spot in the pool was about to boil.
He quickly pulled out his dagger and stood with Wu Xie. The two held their daggers, eyeing each other, suddenly remembering Wu Yong’s diving gun left behind in the tomb passage. How hadn’t they thought to bring weapons? Now it was great: sea monkey outside, unknown thing inside. One slip-up and they’d easily be done for!
They exchanged a glance, both preparing to open the door and face the sea monkey if they couldn’t beat whatever came. If the two monsters fought each other, that’d be ideal; if not, they could just go through another door—there wasn’t just one here!
Under their tense gazes, a hand stretched out from the pool’s edge toward the shore, followed by Fatty!
Fatty had his upper clothes off, sprawled on the shore like a dying fish, coughing weakly and nonstop. Clearly he’d held his breath too long: “Cough cough, cough… damn it, Fatty Ye I almost… almost drowned.”
Lin Yan’s ears twitched; he faintly heard something else about to come out from below. Though he knew it might be Zhang Qiling, he didn’t relax his vigilance. What if it was whatever forced Fatty underwater?
Compared to Fatty, Zhang Qiling emerging from the water was worlds apart. He made almost no sound coming up and wasn’t panting as hard as Fatty. But Lin Yan noticed he was shirtless like Fatty, and on his wrist was a black claw mark!
As soon as he surfaced, instead of tending to his wrist, he asked them a question: “Is this the left side or the right side?”
Wu Xie hesitated: “Should be opposite the side chamber from earlier; this is the other end of the tomb passage.”
“Hoo—” With that breath out, Zhang Qiling found a spot to sit, looking truly exhausted. Who knew what they’d encountered.
Seeing Fatty had rested enough, Wu Xie hurriedly asked: “What did you guys run into? Why’d you come out of the pool?” He naturally saw the injury on Zhang Qiling’s wrist too. “What thing is this fierce?”
Fatty waved his hand: “Ugh, don’t ask. You wouldn’t believe it—there was something inside that centipede’s body. If not for the passage under that coffin leading here, we’d probably be dead by now!”
Lin Yan thought for a moment: “So what about that stone slab you said you needed to decipher before?” He scanned their surroundings—no stone slab, barely any equipment brought out, especially that gun!
Lin Yan only felt full of doubts. What exactly could force them into such a sorry state? Fatty aside, even Zhang Qiling was injured? And it looked like he’d taken a real hit?
Just thinking of Zhang Qiling, he felt someone watching him from the side. Turning, sure enough, Zhang Qiling was staring straight at him, his eyes full of two words: blood bag.
Heh, he knew it! Probably heard the term “blood bag” from Wu Xie? But considering whatever weird thing they might face next, fine, give it. Who made him just an innocent, weak, pitiful, and unlucky transmigrator? Weaklings had no rights!
On the other side, when Wu Xie saw Lin Yan dejectedly walking toward Zhang Qiling, he knew what was about to happen, so he sighed softly, quietly pulled out the first-aid kit from his backpack, and went over to bandage Lin Yan.
Fatty was half-lying nearby, initially thinking Wu Xie was going to bandage Zhang Qiling. When he saw him sit next to Lin Yan, a huge question mark popped up over his head. When he saw Zhang Qiling slice Lin Yan’s hand with a knife and drink his blood like water, he jumped up in shock, dumbfounded. His plump body with that expression had a built-in comedic effect like a crosstalk performer, too bad no one’s attention was on him.
“Wait, what are you guys… doing? Why pull out a dagger? And Xiaoge sucking blood? Is he a vampire?”
Oh, in the heat of the moment, they forgot Fatty—he still didn’t know about Lin Yan’s blood’s effects. The three looked at Fatty’s thunderstruck expression, as if hearing a crisp “crack”—that was the sound of Fatty’s decades-old worldview shattering…
