Chapter 8: First Encounter With The Iron Triangle
Amid their sporadic chatting, they finally arrived at the door of the main tomb chamber.
It was an astonishingly large jade door, carved with intricate patterns, flanked by little ghosts holding ghost seals and ghost hands.
While Wu Sansheng and the others studied the mechanisms on the door, Lin Yan looked up at the jade door, inwardly amazed.
It was truly the crystallization of ancient wisdom. To have such craftsmanship in that era was truly unimaginable. Especially this jade door—wow, how much would it be worth now? If only he had a system or a portable space, he could take it out and live worry-free for life. Even pulling strings to have Third Master Xiao next to him sell it would work; worst case, let him have a sip of the soup.
Sigh, but he had nothing right now!
Huh? Is this ghost seal real or fake? He seemed to remember Zhang Qiling came in for this ghost seal. Why no movement from him? Or is this one fake and the real one elsewhere? Anyway, it’s all jade; he couldn’t tell. Archaeology noob life was just that tragic—seeing things but not knowing if they’re real or fake, or if they’re valuable.
He glanced at Wu Xie beside him. Wu Xie was watching his Third Uncle carefully check the mechanism with full curiosity, showing no sign that this was a guy who could ruthlessly even pit himself. Even more extreme was that only he could always walk out unscathed every time! Without clearly remembering the specific plot, following this luck-bursting Third Master Xiao was his best chance to get out alive.
“The mechanisms are all broken. Let’s go.” After checking once over, Wu Sansheng slipped through the open door crack. Thinking he’d soon see Fatty after entering, Lin Yan untimely thought of a problem.
If this gap was pried open by Fatty, how did he squeeze through? Did such flexible fatties really exist in reality?
(Fatty in the distance: .MMP!)
As soon as they entered, Panzi exclaimed: “Why are there coffins everywhere?”
After everyone entered and using the mine lamp, the group finally got a full view of this tomb chamber.
In the center of the ground seemed to be seven stone coffins arranged in a pattern, clearly much more exquisite than the ones outside, covered with inscriptions. The surrounding walls were also full of inscriptions, the dome painted with murals, and there were two side chambers nearby.
Curious baby Wu Xie and his Third Uncle went to interpret the characters on the stone coffins. Lin Yan wandered around nearby while listening to them interpret the inscriptions on the stone coffins. Hearing Lu Shang Wang, he remembered: wasn’t Lu Shang Wang the ancestor outside who wanted his blood? Later he turned into a blood corpse and chased them all the way to the bronze gallery.
Hiss, blood corpse?
“Damn! That blood corpse!” He remembered: after Wang Pangzi scared the group, they scattered. Zhang Qiling went after Wang Pangzi, that blood corpse was released by someone unknown and chased them all the way from behind, and finally a corpse beetle king almost wiped them out from his brain!
Huh? Why’d it suddenly go quiet?
He saw the group’s suspicious gazes on him and suddenly panicked. He hadn’t blurted it out, had he?
Seeing Wu Sansheng ignore even the corpse discovered from the opened coffin and just stare straight at him. Alright, looks like he did blurt it out. How to explain?
He headache-ily looked at Wu Sansheng, brain CPU spinning at max speed—what reason could make everyone think it very reasonable, without making them suspect he knew a bit too much about this tomb?
Got it! This wasn’t the prophet segment that transmigrators loved? Plus this world wasn’t some proper world anyway, so… play mystic? He tried maintaining a calm expression, secretly took a deep breath, and deliberately said in a deep tone: “I just… suddenly had an ominous premonition, like… I saw a blood corpse chasing over.”
Hearing this, Wu Sansheng just glanced at him, seeming to accept the explanation. Wu Xie was very curious. He stopped interpreting those hard-to-translate characters and came over to ask him: “Lin Xiaoge, is this your sixth sense? Or a prophecy? How do you know about the blood corpse?”
Lin Yan felt a chill all over; he was just an ordinary person, he shouldn’t know these things! Even Wu Xie had only seen them in the notebook.
He could only put on a profound yet mysteriously calm expression meaningfully, hoping they’d brain-supplement it themselves: “I don’t know what it was either; I just know when I thought of that thing, it should be called a blood corpse.”
“So did you see a future scene in your mind, or was it just a thought?”
“Just a inexplicable thought.”
Wu Xie nodded thoughtfully: “A single thought can be called a sixth sense, but suddenly knowing about the blood corpse… that’s beyond my knowledge range; this can be called a prophecy. Lin Xiaoge, you’re really not some disciple from Tianji Tower or a hidden sect? This is almost on par with cultivators’ a thought in novels.”
Lin Yan felt a burst of ball-ache hearing this; where did he know anything about a thought? It was purely remembering part of the plot! But saying it out loud did make him half a prophet in others’ eyes! What kind of mess was this—would he have to rely on playing mystic to get rich in the future?
Helplessly glancing at Wu Xie, this kid was naive sure, but smart for real! He suspected if Wu Xie knew transmigrators really existed in this world, he could guess his origins seven or eight parts right!
Just thinking how to fob off this curiosity-bursting Third Master Xiao, Da Kui suddenly tugged Wu Xie’s sleeve: “L-Little Third Master.”
His voice sounded like he was about to cry.
“What’s wrong?” Both turned to him; Da Kui on the verge of tears pointed at the shadow on the ground in front of them, legs shaking.
Wu Xie looked for a bit but saw nothing, turned to ask Da Kui what was up: “Why are you scared like this? What’s with the shadow?”
Here it comes! Lin Yan got excited; this was the Iron Triangle’s Wang Pangzi and the other two’s first meeting! Couldn’t miss this scene!
Da Kui pointed at their shadows: “This shadow’s mine, this is Little Third Master’s, that’s Lin Xiaoge’s, right?”
“Yeah, nothing wrong with that.”
“Over by Third Master, that’s Third Master’s, that’s Panzi’s, and that’s Zhang Xiaoge’s, right?”
“N-No problem…” Wu Xie finally noticed something; his scalp exploded, legs instantly went soft. He, Lin Yan, and Da Kui’s gazes focused on a shadow much larger than theirs—the head of this shadow was more than twice human size, like a flat-topped ball.
“Th-Then whose shadow is that!” Da Kui’s voice involuntarily rose, drawing everyone’s attention; they all looked at that shadow, which was slowly retreating.
“Little Third Master,” Panzi slowly drew his gun, “Walk slowly here, don’t look back; it’s behind you!”
Wu Xie and Da Kui shuffled step by step, supporting each other toward Panzi, while Panzi tried to lighten his steps to go over.
At the moment they met, Panzi fired: “What thing playing mystic!”
Zhang Qiling raised the mine lamp; Wu Xie turned his head and finally saw the monster’s full appearance: it was just a person with a jar on his head! Holes dug in the jar, eyes peering out, just like a jar spirit.
As soon as Panzi fired, he bolted: “My momma!” While running toward the corridor they came from, he spat threats: “You damn seeking death! Wait till Grandpa comes back, see how Grandpa deals with you!”
The jar spirit vanished in seconds flat; the group hadn’t reacted, only Panzi fired one last shot in his running direction. The sound indicated the jar broke, but the person kept running—probably just a glancing hit.
