As the Eight Trigrams mirror above the nearby bronze coffin fell, the entire bronze coffin began to shake violently.
The iron chains were old and could not withstand such violent shaking.
Soon, with a crisp sound, the chains snapped.
Immediately after, the suspended bronze coffin also smashed heavily onto the ground.
Zhang Tian watched all this unfold; it happened too quickly for him to intervene.
Zhang Tian finally understood why there were three coffins here.
He had originally thought that the Tomb King had not set up any traps on the Three Lives Bridge for his own consideration.
But now, it seemed their traps were further ahead.
"In Maoshan Feng Shui, once a corpse undergoes reanimation, it must be separated from the earth. Corpses belong to earth, and suspending them in the air is beneficial for the dissipation of their corpse energy,"
"Combined with the suppression of the Eight Trigrams mirror, it has a better effect. But now the Tomb King has played a trick on us."
"Three coffins; if even one is opened, it's likely to activate the mechanism inside, causing the Eight Trigrams mirror on the bronze coffin to fall."
Zhang Tian spoke, his brow furrowing as he looked at the bronze coffin that had smashed a deep pit into the ground.
Because at this moment, the lid of the bronze coffin had begun to shake.
This was followed by the sounds of coffin lids being moved.
"What do we do now, Boss? Fatty will sit on the coffin first."
Fatty said, clad in armor, and sat down on the bronze coffin.
The armor was made of meteoric iron, weighing millions of pounds. With Fatty's weight, the bronze coffin indeed stopped moving.
Zhang Tian looked at the coffin, then at the ground.
Due to the coffin's heavy impact, a crack had appeared in the otherwise stable ground. Simultaneously, Zhang Tian felt a surge of corpse energy from within the crack.
"There's another tomb chamber below!"
Seeing this, Zhang Tian became even more convinced that this bronze coffin not only represented the Tomb King's three lives and three existences.
It was also used to prevent others from entering.
"There's a hole opened below. While the bronze coffin hasn't opened yet, we should be able to go down now."
Hu Bayi said.
Zhang Tian looked below, then at Fatty sitting on the bronze coffin.
If Fatty left now, whatever was inside the bronze coffin would surely emerge.
With the Eight Trigrams mirror having fallen, it meant the thing inside had already awakened.
It would be difficult to seal it again once it woke up.
Zhang Tian also had to consider what to do if they encountered this thing when leaving after seeing the Tomb King.
It would definitely cause significant delays then.
"How is it?"
A woman's voice came from behind.
Shirley Yang, seeing that Zhang Tian and the others had been hesitant, couldn't help but walk over.
"This isn't the Tomb King's coffin; the Tomb King's coffin might be elsewhere."
Zhang Tian said.
"Then what is this?"
Shirley Yang pointed at Fatty.
"Heh heh, Miss Yang, Fatty is tired and needs to rest. This coffin, well, it's quite cool and comfortable."
Fatty chuckled.
His laughter had barely begun when the bronze coffin started to shake violently again.
Streams of black corpse energy gushed out.
"Damn it! You guy, are you having withdrawal symptoms? So much smoke!"
Fatty cursed, and in the next moment, a powerful force blew the coffin lid off.
Immediately after, Fatty was also thrown flying.
Fatty landed on the ground with a thud, mumbling incoherently.
Hu Bayi held his peach wood sword, ready to strike.
As the coffin lid flew off, a withered hand slowly emerged from inside the coffin.
Here I come!
As black smoke swirled and solidified, the entire tomb chamber was filled with corpse energy.
"My god, Boss, this guy was definitely a heavy smoker in his past life."
"By the way, Boss, can we put that Yinzi coffin into the space first?"
Fatty, seeing the scene before him, still hadn't forgotten his Yinzi coffin.
Zhang Tian gave Fatty a glare but still waved his hand and took the Yinzi coffin away.
After all, this Yinzi coffin was made of ten-thousand-year-old Yinzi wood, its value immeasurable. Only a fool wouldn't take it.
Perhaps Fatty could use it after he died.
As the corpse energy solidified.
A pair of hands emerged, and then, a body sat straight up.
A corpse wearing strange sleeves appeared before them.
The corpse's appearance was unclear, but judging by its attire, it should be a leader of some royal family.
"It was buried properly, and then the Tomb King dug up its grave. It might have held grudges during its life, leading to this state after death."
Hu Bayi said from the side.
"Judging by the clothing and makeup, it should be someone from before the Qin and Han dynasties."
Shirley Yang spoke.
"Um, Old Hu, Miss Yang, should we perhaps discuss how to deal with this guy first?"
Fatty, seeing Shirley Yang still discussing where this corpse was from, was in a hurry.
"This has already become a Jiangshi, though its level should not be high."
Hu Bayi said, and a faint glow emanated from his peach wood sword.
"Xuan Jiang."
Zhang Tian said.
He had already summoned his whisk.
This type of Jiangshi was not difficult to deal with, but the only problem was dealing with it in this location.
The tomb chamber was prone to collapse; if there was too much commotion, it would be troublesome.
"Roar!"
As the corpse before them sat up, a howl followed.
After the sound, the reanimated Jiangshi lunged towards them.
The difference between a Jiangshi and a Zongzi might be that Jiangshi can continuously evolve, whereas Zongzi is a remnant behavior from the tomb owner's life, leading to reanimation.
As the figure before them lunged, Zhang Tian kicked out, the immense force pinning the Xuan Jiang in mid-air.
As the Xuan Jiang's force increased, Zhang Tian could not hold on for long, so he kicked it away.
Seeing the Xuan Jiang kicked away, it seemed to be mumbling something from its mouth.
Its mouth opened and closed, and a strong smell of decay emanated from it.
"Swish swish."
At this moment, Zhang Qilin's figure also lunged out, his Black Gold Ancient Saber slashing wildly at the Xuan Jiang before them.
The sound of metal striking metal echoed around.
However, the Xuan Jiang's body bore several deep marks, which were quickly repaired.
"Such a tough body, and its healing ability is so strong. Brother Er's attack was repaired so quickly."
Hu Bayi exclaimed.
He was a bit surprised.
Zhang Qilin's strength was evident to all, but the Xuan Jiang's ability to instantly heal was unbelievable.
"The clothing it's wearing has the effect of healing injuries, and its corpse energy is very strong, be careful."
"This guy is quite strange."
Zhang Tian said, his whisk not hesitating to sweep towards the Xuan Jiang.
Shirley Yang watched the scene, her brow furrowed. She wanted to help but felt powerless.
"Click, click."
As the Xuan Jiang made a sound from its mouth.
It seemed to have been provoked, its fingernails becoming very long.
With blackened nails, it struck towards them.
Despite the Xuan Jiang's jerky movements, its speed and power were not diminished.
It reached Zhang Tian and the others almost simultaneously.