"Holy crap!" The fatty was startled by the commotion. He stared at the coffin that had suddenly started dancing and gave Wu Tianzhen a heavy whack on the back.
"Good heavens, Tianzhen, you came to see me and brought gifts? No need, really no need!"
Wu Tianzhen wanted to curse, but his lips fumbled so much he almost knocked his teeth together. So, he abandoned the idea of exercising his mouth muscles and said with a forced smile, "Why no need? This is a 'Analects' speech contestant I specially brought for your appreciation, Master Fatty. Why don't you go and shake its hand properly?"
Ever since he met Fatty, Wu Tianzhen felt his back could stand straighter and his legs had more strength. He stood behind Fatty's massive frame, completely shielded by his bulk, feeling incredibly secure.
Having found cover, he was completely at ease, even wanting to see with a hint of schadenfreude if Fatty would be scared by this mysterious movement.
Then, he watched as Fatty, with a "Go to hell!", directly hurled a bomb!
Wu Tianzhen: ...
The pile of coffins: ?!!!
The violent explosion, mixed with the crackling sound of splintering wood, suddenly rushed past Wu Tianzhen's ears. He stared dumbfoundedly as the moving coffins, along with the stationary ones, were instantly annihilated by brute force. Skeletal remains and chunks of corpses were scattered everywhere.
And amidst this mess, a black rat, slightly larger than a cat, rolled out with a piercing scream. It was clearly on its last legs, and within seconds, it kicked its legs and died.
Fatty stepped forward and kicked the rat. This creature had two slender, chopstick-like fangs, which were now exposed and propping up the ground, looking exceptionally foolish.
"Yo, this place is truly a blessed spot, even the rats grow this big." Fatty exclaimed, then turned around, only to see Wu Tianzhen's overly shocked expression. He paused, then slowly put on a look of seeing through everything. "No way, no way, Tianzhen, you're not scared by this thing, are you?"
Wu Tianzhen, who had scrambled and run for several blocks: ...
He managed a polite yet awkward smile and said, "Let's go, don't waste time here."
It had been almost an hour since they entered. Wu Tianzhen calculated the time, a hint of anxiety appearing on his face. Fatty stopped joking around, checked his backpack, and prepared to search for the exit of this burial area.
"...The map shows that the burial area is connected to the altar," Wu Tianzhen said, lost in thought as he looked at the map. He felt something was off about the map; for some reason, the lines connecting the altar and the burial area appeared particularly messy, even overlapping slightly. "But I've almost run through all the nearby paths, and I haven't seen any exits on the walls."
"Could it be related to that tunnel outside?" Fatty casually replied, but Wu Tianzhen quickly dismissed his guess.
"It shouldn't be. It's so messy here, with coffins everywhere. If they used that kind of mechanism, it would be too complicated."
Just as Wu Tianzhen was applying all his architectural knowledge to find a solution, Fatty's voice suddenly reached his ears.
"...Tianzhen, didn't you just say you've almost run through all the surrounding paths?"
Fatty, not sure what he saw, stared straight past Wu Tianzhen's head towards the sky above.
"Then did you notice that Ancestor Coffin?"
Wu Tianzhen: ...?
He slowly turned his head and followed Fatty's gaze—
Above the multitude of coffins, there was indeed an extremely massive sarcophagus!
If Fatty's physique were used as a comparison, that sarcophagus could fit twenty Fattys. Because it was so colossal, at first glance, one might suspect it was actually a black wall.
"...Speaking of which," Fatty examined the giant coffin for a while, stroking his chin, and suddenly said as if remembering something, "We've been in here for so long, and not a single dead person has gotten up. That's not right."
"What do you say, Sea King of Evil?"
Wu Tianzhen no longer had the energy to complain about why this nickname, exclusive to the sea, had resurfaced. He stared at the behemoth for a moment: "Although I also think that thing is a bit sinister, I still think we need to go up and take a look."
"We've walked for so long without seeing an exit. Perhaps the exit is near this behemoth."
There was no need for much consideration. Both of them were the type to rush headlong into danger without regard for their lives. They reached an agreement instantly and, in no time, climbed the mountain of coffins like reincarnated Monkey Kings.
"Damn it, there's nothing strange around here," Wu Tianzhen fruitlessly searched around the behemoth. "We don't understand the mechanisms. If Little Brother were here—"
His voice suddenly stopped.
"Hoo, if Little Brother were here, would we need to be digging through dust here?" Fatty finished the sentence, his brow furrowed as he shifted his gaze to the behemoth. "If Little Brother were here, no rat or dead person in this place would survive. Every single one would be finished!"
Wu Tianzhen fell silent, pursing his lips: "Now there's only one way."
As soon as he spoke, he was actually quite hesitant, but then with a loud "Bang," the thick coffin lid was kicked open by Fatty!
The rotten wood emitted a foul odor. With Fatty's sudden kick, it tumbled down the coffin mountain, smashing onto the ground into a pile of broken wood.
"Why hesitate? There's nothing to hesitate about!" After kicking the coffin lid away, Fatty didn't even look inside. He directly pulled out his gun and unleashed a barrage of bullets into the pitch-black interior, only stopping when the coffins beneath the behemoth were also destroyed.
The corpse fluid splattered everywhere under the bullets, splashing onto both of them. However, the effect of this action was immediate. After Fatty fired several magazines, the originally greenish-green wet corpses inside had rotted into a pile of putrid, sticky flesh, and disgusting liquid slowly flowed out from the broken openings.
"Damn it!" Fatty peered inside and found that quite a few antiques had been buried with the deceased. He couldn't help but show a pained expression as he had smashed them all, making them impossible to reassemble.
"I can't watch anymore, it's too much for my heart," Fatty turned his face away and waved at Wu Tianzhen. "Tianzhen, see if there's anything private belonging to any of the dead people inside. Quickly rummage through it and make Fatty happy."
"No, don't give up so soon. Maybe these fragments can still be salvaged," Wu Tianzhen replied casually, bending down, wrapping his hand thoroughly in a plastic bag, and then directly inserting his arm into the coffin!
The rotten flesh and un-drained corpse fluid in the coffin were mixed into a mess. As Wu Tianzhen tidied things up, he inevitably made squelching sounds. He felt the stench was starting to sting his eyes, but he had to keep his eyes wide open to inspect. Before long, he was weeping from the fumes.
Fatty watched the spectacle from the side, clicking his tongue in amazement: "Good heavens, look at how sentimental our Tianzhen is towards this dead person—"
He suddenly remembered something at this point, and his voice paused. Then he quickly continued speaking, but his voice carried a hint of trembling.
"Speaking of which, Tianzhen," he said, his voice trembling as he looked around the mess of coffins they had created, "Didn't that Zhang Haike say that our Little Brother was their clan leader? So they are related by blood, right?" xxs壹贰
"Then..." He pointed at the corpse that Wu Tianzhen had manhandled without any dignity. "Are we, right now, desecrating Little Brother's ancestor?"
Wu Tianzhen: !!!
At this moment, Wu Tianzhen had just unearthed a suspicious fragment. He took out what looked like a metal plate, wiped the filth off it with his hand, and said, craning his neck, "...It's fine. Little Brother never talked about his family. He probably doesn't care at all. I believe we are more important than these Zhang family members!"
He finished speaking nervously and cast his gaze upon the metal plate, but his sight suddenly stopped—
On this plate, a picture was clearly engraved!
And in this picture, that damned bronze door was right in the center.