Chapter 78: Picked Up A Whimpering Monster?
It’s no wonder Lin Yan was stunned; this cave entrance was just so strange! If he didn’t know that the Forbidden Woman’s corpse couldn’t squeeze through, he would have thought it was dug by the Forbidden Woman!
He observed it carefully and discovered that this cave seemed to have always been there, rather than being violently dug out. The edges of the cave were very smooth, and shining the flashlight inside revealed smooth brick walls as well.
Good grief, was this passage built by a child? It was really this small? He tested it out; his head could fit in, but his shoulders couldn’t. What thing could pass through such a small cave? It wasn’t here before, which means that thing is in this Grand Hall?
The first thing that came to his mind was that cute little gift-giving elf, but he thought it unlikely. Simply put, hoping for a jar to crawl through a cave was less likely than hoping Fatty would lose weight! Forget about it rolling through the passage; the passage slanted upward—who could roll through that! So the remaining…
He looked at Wu Xie following behind him; Wu Xie was looking over curiously: “How is there a cave here? Where did you dig it out from, Lin Yan? Is there something inside?”
He leaned in curiously and peered inside; there was nothing, so he puzzledly looked toward Lin Yan, whose expression was peculiar.
Lin Yan’s mouth twitched into a strange smile as he pointed at Zhang Qiling: “Do you still remember why I just gave him blood in the tomb chamber?”
Wu Xie recalled the black handprint on Zhang Qiling’s hand, looked at this little passage, and suddenly retreated a step: “You mean, that white-haired zombie is here?!”
Before he finished speaking, Zhang Qiling looked over, and after hearing what he said, walked toward this little passage.
Lin Yan and Wu Xie stepped aside to let him come forward to check. Zhang Qiling hesitated at the cave entrance for a moment, then slowly ran two fingers of his right hand along the brick wall. Amid Lin Yan and Wu Xie’s stunned gazes, he plucked a white fur from some unknown crevice.
“Holy shit, it’s really that white-haired zombie?” Wu Xie recalled Fatty’s description and immediately retreated another step. Zhang Qiling frowned slightly and shook his head minutely: “Not that one.”
He let go, and the white fur drifted to the ground: “It’s another one. Probably not a white-haired zombie, just an ordinary white zombie? For some reason, it has some human qi on it.”
Even if it wasn’t a white-haired zombie, a white zombie was still plenty terrifying! Zhang Qiling took his knife in hand and began carefully observing if anything in the hall had changed since they entered the cave. Wu Xie and Lin Yan exchanged a glance and closely followed behind him. Fatty carried A Ning out, first took a breath and placed her under a pillar, then followed up as well.
“What are you guys circling around looking for here?”
Fatty panted as he came up, saw the two with tense expressions closely following behind Zhang Qiling, and asked puzzledly: “What’s going on? Why are you so nervous? Is there something?”
Lin Yan nervously looked around while answering him: “A little passage just appeared here; we suspect something came in, maybe a little child zombie!”
Fatty immediately thought of that little white-haired zombie that had nearly suffocated them in the pool: “Holy shit, that thing from the female corpse’s stomach? How did it get here! Did the tomb owner specially prepare a passage for it?”
Lin Yan and Wu Xie exchanged a glance, also thinking of this problem. Right, what identity does this little zombie have that the tomb owner specially designed a passage for it?
Fatty’s temper flared: “Damn it, if it pisses me off, I’ll risk getting corpse poison and chop its head off!” Lin Yan turned to look at him, somewhat amused: “Fatty, this isn’t that little white-haired zombie; it’s an ordinary little white-haired zombie—no need, no need.”
For some reason, from the moment Zhang Qiling said that white fur didn’t belong to a white-haired zombie, he had a vague premonition that what came in might really be that little jar elf! But he didn’t expect the thing in the jar to actually be a little white-haired zombie? How did it crawl over?
Suddenly, his gaze focused on the shadows behind the opposite pillar. Zhang Qiling was still ahead and probably hadn’t seen it, but if he wasn’t mistaken, there was a jar there?
Good grief, it really was it?
Lin Yan still had a good impression of the little jar that gave him a gift. He had a vague intuition that this little zombie wouldn’t harm him. So he made a silencing gesture to Wu Xie and Fatty, quietly slipped away from behind Zhang Qiling, and tiptoed into the shadows behind the pillar.
Sure enough, it was that familiar jar!
From this higher vantage point, Lin Yan could barely make out a round white thing inside. It seemed this was the little zombie.
Fatty patted his shoulder from behind; he turned and saw Fatty holding a dagger, signaling him to step aside so he could stab the zombie dead in one go. Lin Yan hurriedly shook his head at him, signaling that it was very safe, that this little zombie wouldn’t harm him. But for safety’s sake, he still had Wu Xie and Fatty retreat a bit.
Fatty looked at Wu Xie, tilted his head, meaning to let him do as he pleased? Wu Xie hesitated, recalled how the little zombie had given Lin Yan a bead and shyly rolled away before, and nodded, signaling Fatty to retreat with him.
As they retreated, they felt something off behind them—some ice-cold presence approaching them. Holy shit, could there be something? As they sensed the presence, their retreating steps stopped; after exchanging a glance, they tacitly drew their daggers and spun around—
Phew, they let out a big breath of relief. Good thing it was Zhang Qiling holding his knife and standing in front of them!
Zhang Qiling used an icy gaze to look through Lin Yan toward the little jar he was approaching, knife in hand as he took a step forward. Wu Xie and Fatty saw he was about to strike and hurriedly stopped him, signaling to wait and see. Zhang Qiling gave them a puzzled look; in his view, this little white-haired zombie was very sinister—why keep it instead of chopping it with one strike? To raise it for fun?
Without Lin Yan-style eye translation, Wu Xie and Fatty were at a loss and could only gesture that it was still safe.
Safe? Zhang Qiling saw Lin Yan’s hand reaching into the jar, impatiently dodged Wu Xie and Fatty’s attempts to block him, took two steps forward, and was about to chop the jar.
Perhaps sensing some dangerous aura from the thing in the jar, when Zhang Qiling was still two steps from Lin Yan, it suddenly leaped from the jar into Lin Yan’s arms.
Lin Yan only felt something fluffy drill into his arms; goosebumps rose all over him in an instant. Then he felt this thing was hot? He looked down and saw—this was a white furball?
At that moment, Zhang Qiling’s knife arrived, splitting the jar in two. Lin Yan was startled. No thing? He paused, turned his gaze to Lin Yan, and saw Lin Yan and the thing in his arms—both big and small faces showing similar frightened expressions.
His strike missed; he signaled Lin Yan to find an opportunity to throw out the thing in his arms so he could deal with it. Lin Yan hesitated; this thing truly held no malice toward him and even had a strangely intimate feel, so he was a bit reluctant to let it go just like that…
Perhaps sensing Lin Yan’s hesitation, the white furball in his arms climbed up a bit, stretched out two little white furry paws to hug his neck, and cried out in a slightly sharp voice: “Ying ying ying—”
Hearing the sound, all four people present froze, the words “What the hell is this thing?” floating in their minds.
