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"Damn, these guys are like cockroaches, they're impossible to kill!" Fatty Wang couldn't help but complain.
Hu Bayi and Shirley Yang also witnessed this scene, and they both frowned. While these monsters weren't particularly powerful offensively, their regenerative abilities were terrifying...
If this continues, Fatty Wang will eventually run out of energy. Lin Yang, on the other hand, has been observing these monsters, trying to find their weaknesses.
Finally, after careful observation, he discovered that when these monsters reassembled, there seemed to be a tiny gap in their heads.
Interestingly, there seems to be something inside this tiny gap, as if these things are connected to all the bones.
"Fatty, take a close look at the joints of those bones. Aren't there some tiny things wriggling around?"
Lin Yang frowned, his gaze fixed intently on the pile of scattered bones in front of him.
Upon hearing this, Fatty Wang's eyes widened, and he strained to get a closer look.
Finally, he saw the tiny creatures at the joints of the bones. They looked like black threadworms, wriggling on the bones and emitting a nauseating stench.
"Damn it, what the hell is that?" Fatty Wang exclaimed, a look of terror on his face. He quickly took a few steps back, afraid that the nematodes would suddenly leap up and attack him.
"Don't panic, Fatty. Break the bones apart and let Old Hu burn them with fire," Lin Yang said in a deep voice, his tone revealing determination and calmness.
Hu Bayi also saw the nematodes, and a look of seriousness flashed across his face.
He knew that these nematodes were likely part of some evil creature and that they had to be eliminated as soon as possible.
So he nodded and said to Fatty Wang, "Fatty, hurry up and get started. Once you break the bones, I'll burn them to death."
Fatty Wang took a deep breath, gathering his courage. He roared, "Watch closely!"
Then he charged forward like a tank. His hands gripped the bones tightly like iron clamps, and then he ripped them off with all his might.
With a loud "crack," the bone was broken.
The nematodes were wriggling wildly on the bone, as if they had been greatly agitated.
Seeing this, Hu Bayi quickly summoned flames. A roaring flame erupted from his palm, engulfing the dismembered bones and nematodes. The flames leaped and burned in the darkness, crackling and popping.
The nematodes emitted eerie screams in the flames before turning into wisps of black smoke and dissipating into the air.
The entire process lasted several minutes. When the last flame went out, darkness and silence returned.
Chapter 128: If Qin Shi Huang could live forever, then King Xian could also live forever!
"Damn, this ancient tomb is even more eerie than the TV series."
"The artifacts in the tomb of King Xian are all incredibly strange."
Fatty Wang stared at the pile of bones reduced to ashes, muttering to himself as if only in this way could he calm the fear in his heart.
Hu Bayi nodded deeply, his brows furrowed.
"Yes, the tomb of King Xian is far more complex than we imagined."
"These mechanisms and traps are all impossible to guard against, and most importantly, they are all alive."
Shirley Yang looked around, a hint of worry in her voice:
"If there are so many strange and unusual things here, then what about the King of Xian?"
"Could he have become a ghost, or perhaps he never died at all?"
Her words made Hu Bayi and Fatty Wang fall into deep thought.
Lin Yang suddenly spoke up: "Maybe, after all, many people in ancient times went to great lengths to achieve immortality."
"Didn't an emperor like Qin Shi Huang, who lived in 06, also send people out to sea in search of the elixir of immortality?"
"Boss, are you saying Qin Shi Huang didn't die?" Fatty Wang curiously leaned closer.
"Then what about his imperial tomb? Is he still lying in it now?"
Hu Bayi shook his head: "That's not necessarily true."
"Many emperors in ancient times began preparing their imperial tombs even before they died."
"Qin Shi Huang may have built his mausoleum in advance."
"But later he found a way to live forever, so he faked his death and escaped by deceiving everyone."
Lin Yang smiled after hearing Hu Bayi's analysis:
"Old Hu, you certainly have a vivid imagination."
"However, Qin Shi Huang did not die, and he even found a way to achieve immortality."
"However, this method comes at a cost."
"The price?" Shirley Yang asked curiously.
Lin Yang looked at her, a hint of mystery in his eyes:
"To become a monster that is neither human nor ghost, that is the price of immortality."
"A monster?" Shirley Yang and the other two exclaimed in unison, their faces filled with disbelief.
Lin Yang nodded: "That's right, it's a monster. And not an ordinary monster."
He paused, seemingly giving the three of them time to process the news.
Shirley Yang was the first to regain her senses and asked:
"Boss, what kind of monster did Qin Shi Huang turn into?"
Lin Yang slowly uttered two words: "Zombie."
Zombies? Shirley Yang and her two companions were shocked once again.
They were familiar with the word, but this was the first time they had actually encountered it.
"Wouldn't that be just like a rice dumpling?" Fatty Wang couldn't help but interject.
In their line of work, "zongzi" refers to zombies.
Lin Yang shook his head: "No, it's different from zongzi. Although zongzi are also a type of zombie."
"But not all zombies are rice dumplings."
He paused, then continued:
"There are four great progenitors of zombies in the world: Hanba, Houqing, Yinggou, and Jiangchen."
"Their descendants are all different, and Qin Shi Huang was bitten by the descendants of Jiang Chen."
At this point, Lin Yang's eyes suddenly became deep:
"Especially their eyes, the eyes of the zombie general are red."
"The second generation zombies are green. The third and fourth generations are blue and yellow, respectively."
"Although their bodies are dead, they still possess consciousness and are no different from ordinary people."
Hearing this, Shirley Yang and the other two were completely shocked.
They never imagined that such a magical existence existed in this world.
If zombies can have consciousness, then aren't they just like humans?
If that's the case, then these zombies must be hiding among humans.
"Damn it, that old codger Qin Shi Huang is probably still wandering around outside."
Fatty Wang said with absolute certainty, as if he had witnessed it with his own eyes.
Hu Bayi frowned: "Perhaps, among those familiar faces around us, there is this old codger hiding."
Upon hearing this, Fatty Wang immediately felt a chill run from the soles of his feet straight to his heart:
"Holy crap, thinking about it that way, it's actually a bit creepy."
Lin Yang looked at them, a meaningful smile playing on his lips:
"Don't worry, he won't be here for the time being."
"However, no one can say for sure what will happen in the future."
At this point, he changed the subject:
Throughout history, there have been many people who have wanted to live forever.
"That old bastard, Prince Xian, might have found some connections too."
Lin Yang's words made Shirley Yang and the other two fall into deep thought.
Yes, even someone like Qin Shi Huang wanted to live forever, let alone King Xian?
"Damn it, could that old guy, Prince Xian, have turned into a zombie too?" Fatty Wang suddenly muttered.
"It's hard to say," Hu Bayi said thoughtfully.
"He may have found other ways to become an immortal."
Shirley Yang suddenly remembered something:
"Oh, right, and the eyeball of the Serpent God—the Muchen Pearl."
"It might also have the ability to make people immortal."
Lin Yang nodded approvingly: "Shirley Yang is right. The Muchen Pearl is indeed a magical thing."
"Otherwise, it wouldn't have been regarded as a treasure by rulers throughout history."
Fatty Wang sighed, "Sigh, to be honest, what we're robbing this time might just be a tomb for the living."
Hu Bayi curled his lips into a slightly unruly smile: "Who cares? As long as it's a tomb, it can't escape our grasp."
Upon hearing this, Shirley Yang couldn't help but smile, a hint of teasing flashing in her eyes:
"Old Hu, what you're saying sounds a lot like what Fatty would say."
When did you become like this?
Upon hearing this, Fatty Wang scratched the back of his head and chuckled sheepishly.
"Yes, that's what I should be saying."
"Old Hu, did you steal my lines?"