Fang Zong stopped pulling hard, but still held on, and laughed, "I guessed what you said from the very first sentence."
"What?" Zhao Changle was stunned. What did he say in his first sentence?
"First of all, you refer to yourself as 'I,' but in ancient times, let alone important figures, even ordinary people rarely referred to themselves as 'I,' which proves that you have some connection with the outside world. However, in your first sentence, you also said that you did not know whether you were a prince or heir of the previous dynasty, the dynasty before that, or the dynasty before that. Don't you think that's contradictory?"
Zhao Changle's eyes flickered: "Maybe I'm just too lazy to care. There are just too many dynasties."
"You stubborn brat!" Fang Zong couldn't help but laugh. "You still say you've waited for over a thousand years, but as far as I know, the third layer of the tomb is from eight hundred years ago. Is the top layer yours?"
Zhao Changle's charming face suddenly froze; he really hadn't thought that far ahead.
"Furthermore, you said that the other ghosts were all swallowed up by Prince Ning. But let alone the even more terrifying Prince Ning, even if the evil ghost wanted to kill Nangong Sheng, you would have a hard time escaping. And as far as I know, there is only one ghost that Nangong Sheng cannot kill."
"Okay, I admit it." Speechless, Zhao Changle spread his hands: "And then?"
Fang Zong suddenly narrowed his eyes, and with a snap, sent Zhao Changle flying more than ten meters away, spinning into Xue Nuo's hand.
"Most importantly, you insulted my intelligence!"
Fang Zong grabbed a corner of the luxurious carpet at his feet: "From the very beginning, you've been very concerned about this carpet, checking it several times. So what if you stole a carpet? Are you showing off? Are you trying to insult my intelligence?" He yanked the carpet open, and immediately, many small holes were revealed in the corners and edges.
There were ten pits in total, eight of which were dug randomly, just enough to fit the body of an infant and fill the pits.
The other two were supported by a frame, with a woman's skin hanging on it, and the other was also supported by a frame, with the same infant's corpse on it.
This baby was clearly treated better than the other eight...
“Right? Prince Ning!” Fang Zong kicked the shelf where the ninth baby was placed, and suddenly his eyes became strange: “No, I should call you the false prince. Your real father is the evil ghost general Nangong Sheng, not Prince Ning.”
Zhao Changhe was speechless, staring blankly at Fang Zong.
According to Fang Zong's explanation, it's as if he's been stripped naked. But Fang Zong, is it really okay for you to be so smart? After drinking the thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum wine, instead of thinking about the benefits, you're analyzing my mistakes?
Aren't you even a little bit greedy?
"Alright, I admit defeat, but I really am a ghost." Zhao Changhe said pitifully, "I have no ill intentions towards you, and I have given you all the benefits I was entitled to."
“You want us to kill Prince Ning. Prince Ning used the Nine Sons Hanging Coffin. If he doesn’t die, you’ll be trapped in the tomb. So this is a deal, not a favor.” Fang Zong smashed open the ground and left: “Just wait. After we kill Prince Ning, we’ll take you up with us.”
Li Xiaoran and Xue Nuo followed Fang Zong down, their fists clearing the way as they blasted through the ground.
Watching Fang Zong and the others fall, Zhao Changle picked up the frame covered in women's skin and said with a bewildered expression:
"Mom, do you think I'm stupid, or is Fang Zong too smart?"
The woman's skin swayed slightly.
It's as if it's saying: You're not stupid.
It's as if she's saying: she can't tell either.
...
The ground of the tomb was very hard, but clearly not to the level that Fang Zong couldn't destroy.
In less than half an hour, Fang Zong had reached a very deep layer, but when he continued to bombard it, he was dumbfounded.
A hole seven or eight meters deep was blasted into the ground, and you could even hear the rumbling sound of underground water veins. However, the soil layers had changed; it was no longer the special soil used to construct the tomb.
"Is it over yet?" Fang Zong asked.
"Is this the last floor?" Xue Nuo said, licking her ice cream, her face full of disappointment. "So many antiques are broken, and there's not much gold and silver jewelry left. I thought it would give me another big yacht." She looked at Fang Zong with a resentful expression, remembering the mountain of gold that Zhao Chang Le had given Fang Zong as a gift.
"How biased!" she muttered.
As they were talking, a chill began to spread through the narrow corridor.
Fang Zong couldn't help but shiver. He secretly glanced at Li Xiaoran, the fierce Rakshasa lady. Her face was stiff and her body was trembling. He didn't know how much willpower she had used to prevent her from going berserk on the spot.
All eight arms drew long swords, their fighting spirit palpable, their eyes a deep, sinister blue: "Have we arrived at Prince Ning's tomb?"
Fang Zong nodded: "We've arrived."
The chill instantly intensified, and a hint of red appeared in Li Xiaoran's deep blue eyes, making him look like a prehistoric tyrannosaurus rex ready to devour its prey.
Xue Nuo crunched on her ice cream: "That's just how Sister Xiaoran is. Every time she gets a tough battle, she goes crazy. Hey, Fang Zong, you've been here before. Do you know where Prince Ning is?"
"I know," Fang Zong nodded.
Instantly, Li Xiaoran's killing intent more than doubled.
What a fierce young lady! Fang Zong rubbed his arms and shivered.
He had met many formidable figures, but he had never seen anyone as ruthless as Li Xiaoran.
"Alright, I know where he is, but you can't get through." Fang Zong walked along the passage. Anyway, he had reached the bottom floor, so he just had to follow the path. If he wasn't mistaken, he would soon see a familiar place.
Before long, the road came to an end, and in front of it was a very wide open space.
To the west of the open space stretched a stretch of shimmering water, carrying a murky yellow river. The Kuiyin River emerged from underground water veins, circling the very center of the open space and blocking all paths forward.
"Kuiyin River?" Xue Nuo's jaw nearly dislocated, and half an ice cream fell to the ground.
The Rakshasa lady, who exuded a chilling aura, made Fang Zong feel as if she were a human ice-making machine. He was stunned, his eight arms retracted in a flash, and without saying a word, he turned and left.
The Kuiyin River is an extremely yin and cold river in the burial grounds, and it is said that "the living should not cross the Kuiyin River," which shows how terrifying it is.
There may be more powerful ghosts, indestructible giant zombies, or even calamity-level or natural disaster-level monsters that can wipe out an entire city, but we can find ways to deal with them all. The only exception is the Kuiyin River, which no one has been able to defeat to this day.
However, it's just that no one can deal with it...
"Let this old ghost go for now!" Xue Nuo viciously gnawed on the remaining half of her ice cream, then called to Fang Zong, "Let's go back first and get three hundred high-powered water pumps. Once we've drained the Kuiyin River clean, this young lady is going to blow up that old ghost Ning Wang... uh?"
Suddenly, Xue Nuo's jaw snapped open and dislocated.
Li Xiaoran's steps faltered, and he lost his balance and fell forward. Eight arms rushed out and pressed against the wall, barely managing to regain his footing.
They turned around and stared in disbelief at Fang Zong's feet as he stood on the Kuiyin River.
“Living people don’t cross the Kuiyin River!” Xue Nuo covered her mouth.
"Are you even alive?" Li Xiaoran couldn't stay cool anymore; his voice was groaning.
Fang Zong simply smiled, shrugged, and walked forward.
"Tsk tsk, let's start the boss fight. I'll be in charge of luring the monsters."
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