“A violent death…” Zu An’s expression was strange. If this were in the world of “Ghost Blows Out the Light,” it would definitely be a giant zombie.

Mi Li pointed to the body of the tomb owner and said, "Look, there are a total of 7 wounds on his body, 6 of which are concentrated on the left side, on his left arm, thigh, and pelvis. They are all blunt and sharp injuries. Some are healed wounds, and some are not. This proves that he was being brutally attacked when he died."

"Could it be a human sacrifice?" Zu'an asked. He had seen too many human sacrifices along the way, and given the customs of the Yin and Shang dynasties, they might actually have done such a thing.

Mi Li shook her head: "It shouldn't be. Although the Shang Dynasty liked to use human sacrifices, they usually used prisoners of war from enemy countries. Occasionally they would use their own people, but they would never use a general of such high rank. Judging from the condition of his wounds, he most likely died on the battlefield and his body was buried here by the Shang king."

"Oh~" Zuan thought her analysis made a lot of sense.

"What's that?" Pei Mianman suddenly exclaimed. While the two were talking, she was carefully examining the situation inside the coffin when she suddenly noticed a strange object.

Zuan stared intently and saw a bronze prosthetic hand on the right side of the corpse. The shape of the hand was almost identical to that of a real hand, and the fingernails were even visible.

The back of the hand is also decorated with patterns such as taotie and cloud patterns, giving it an eerie beauty.

At this moment, Mi Li said, "This should be the fatal wound that the tomb owner suffered before his death. His hand was cut off on the battlefield, and he bled to death. Moreover, judging from this, the Shang Dynasty soldiers could not find his hand in the chaos of the battlefield, so they could only make a prosthesis for him so that his body could be buried intact."

"Prosthetic limbs?" Zu An's expression was strange. He explained to Pei Mianman while feeling a mix of emotions. He never imagined that prosthetic limbs existed in such an ancient era.

Pei Mianman couldn't help but sigh, "A general who died on the battlefield is truly admirable."

After some reflection, the two searched inside the coffin. Although there were many precious gold and jade artifacts inside, they did not find the jade cong they were looking for.

Just as Zu'an was about to close the coffin lid again and leave, Mi Li asked curiously, "Are you just going to leave like this?"

"Otherwise what?" Zu'an looked puzzled, not understanding what she meant.

"You're not taking any of all this treasure? You have the space in your Glazed Pearl to hold it all," Mi Li said with a pained expression. "You're going to enter a mountain of treasures and come back empty-handed."

The two are now soul-bound, and given that rebuilding their bodies in the future may require a lot of money, Mi Li naturally wants as much wealth as possible from Zu An.

Zuan shook his head and refused: "I'm not a tomb raider. Since these are the items used by the tomb owner, he must have liked them very much. How can I take what he likes?"

"Pedantic!" Seeing that she couldn't persuade him, Mi Li turned her face away and sulked.

Anger from Mi Li: +22 +22 +22...

Pei Mianman was clearly not interested in these burial items either. After the two of them closed the coffin lid again, they turned around and were about to leave.

Suddenly, they heard a creaking sound behind them. Their hearts skipped a beat, and they quickly turned around.

They discovered that the coffin lid, which had just been closed, had suddenly shifted to the side, revealing some gaps inside the coffin.

Pei Mianman felt a little uneasy: "Azu, did you cover it up just now?"

Zuan swallowed hard. "It's covered."

Is this some kind of zombie coming back to life?

The thought had barely crossed his mind when suddenly a withered hand reached out from the coffin and grabbed the coffin wall. A chilling wind swept through the entire tomb, making it even colder than before.

"Ah!" Pei Mianman screamed in fright. Even for a cultivator, this scene was too terrifying to look at.

"Let's go!" Zu An knew things were going badly and hurriedly pulled Pei Mianman away.

"Moo~"

Then a powerful bellow rang out, and a huge figure charged towards the two of them.

The force of the impact was so great that no one dared to take it head-on, and they hurriedly dodged to the side before they could see what the thing was.

It turned out to be a giant water buffalo, exactly the same in appearance as the bull-shaped vessel we had just seen in the tomb passage, but several times its size.

Looking further into the corner where the bronze bull statue had been, it was indeed no longer there.

At that moment, with a bang, the coffin lid next to them was completely ripped open, and the mummified corpse inside slowly stood up.

Zuan: "..."

Pei Mianman: "..."

The water buffalo then ran happily to the mummified corpse and rubbed against it affectionately.

Zuan couldn't help but say, "Senior, we were just passing by and did not rob your tomb. We even covered your coffin with the lid before we left. You don't need to come out to see us off, do you?"

The mummified corpse seemed to hear him, turning its head to look at him. Its eyeballs were still faintly visible, and its mouth opened and closed, uttering a harsh, unpleasant voice: "Outsider, intruder, die..."

With a casual wave of his hand, a long halberd flew from the coffin into his hand, and he swung it forward.

A surge of azure energy instantly arrived in front of the two. Zu An and Pei Mianman hurriedly used their ultimate moves to defend themselves. With a bang, the two were blasted back against the wall, causing sand and soil to fall from the wall.

Feeling his blood surging and his hands going numb, Zu An's face turned ugly. His opponent had just made a casual move and yet it was so powerful, far surpassing the previous skeleton warrior in combat strength.

The two of them couldn't even defeat that skeleton warrior, so how could they possibly be a match for this general?

Zuan was extremely frustrated. Shouldn't the normal routine be that some fifth or sixth-rank villains come to me to show off, then arrogantly boast about the difference in levels, only to be slapped in the face by themselves in the end?

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