"What kind of zongzi is this? An ice zongzi?"
"What if they wake up and come to arrest us later?"
Carrying a black backpack, Fatty Wang, who was known for his pranks, was the first to shout out something surprising.
"Zongzi" was a nickname he gave to zombies.
"Ugh~"
"Damn it, that bastard Fatty Wang, I'll never be able to look at a zongzi the same way again!"
"You know what, you really do think these ice corpses wrapped in coarse linen clothes really do look a lot like rice dumplings..."
"So many dead bodies, could they be the laborers from the Eastern Xia Kingdom who dug up the graves of the King of Wannu?"
Wang Pangzi's heavy-handed remark comparing zombies to zongzi (sticky rice dumplings) directly broke the hearts of many Chinese viewers who love eating zongzi.
"This is the Corpse Storage Pavilion!"
"These corpses might all be slaves from Dongxia that the King of Ten Thousand Slaves dragged here to be buried alive with him, or men, women, and children kidnapped from the snowfields!"
Chen Pi A Si's apprentice, the Flower Monk, looked around with a puzzled expression and guessed.
"That's not right. If it's a burial chamber used for funerary purposes, then this mausoleum is indeed real."
"Otherwise, Wang Zanghai wouldn't have needed to go to such great lengths!"
Having escaped from the jaws of death, the group sat there, once again lost in bewilderment.
If it is a fake imperial tomb specifically designed to trap tomb raiders.
It's not worth killing hundreds of thousands of people and throwing them here to be buried with them, is it?
"Hehe, it's a chain reaction!"
Just then, Chen Pi Asi suddenly looked up and sneered, as if he had discovered the secret of this mausoleum.
"Fourth Grandpa, what's this 'interlocking' thing?"
Wu Xie turned his head and asked in surprise.
"A series of elaborate schemes that conceal the truth and the falsehood."
"There is truth in falsehood, and falsehood in truth!"
"That giant magnetic tortoise just now, and the empty mausoleum without any burial goods..."
"It was specially designed by Wan Nu Wang, or Wang Zang Hai."
"They want us to think we've entered a fake mausoleum, so we'll give up exploring and try to escape or simply die here..."
“Once the tomb raiders escape, no one will ever come to this so-called ‘fake mausoleum’ to raid tombs again.”
"But in reality, the reason for doing this was to use a false appearance to conceal the genuine article!"
"This mausoleum is indeed real!"
"However, his tomb passage was not designed according to the traditional imperial mausoleum design, hidden under the sealing stone, but had another way."
"If we hadn't accidentally blown open the ground with explosives, we might have really died here because we couldn't find the tomb passage!"
In the icy, mortuary-like chamber, the elderly Chen Pi Asi, exhaling white breath, slowly explained.
"I see, so this is the real Eastern Emperor's Mausoleum!"
"Wow, what a winding, circuitous road! It's just a grave, is it really that big of a deal..."
"If that's the case, then there must be something good in the Wan Nu King's tomb!"
"I'm getting more and more excited about the truth behind the Bronze Gate!"
"Does a stage play really need to be this mind-bending...?"
The audience members suddenly understood what Chen Pi Asi meant.
Unexpectedly, this battle of wits would unfold between the deceased ancients and their living descendants.
Ancient emperors went to great lengths to prevent tomb robbers from looting their imperial tombs!
"So, 'Silent Bottle' must have accidentally fallen into a similar passage and gotten down to the tomb chamber ahead of time?"
Wu Xie then realized that Zhang Qiling, who had suddenly disappeared, was very likely like his third uncle, having already gone through the underground tomb passage to explore the tomb chamber.
"Since this is indeed a mausoleum, we need to be careful."
"With so many corpses placed in the dragon vein's lair, it's highly likely that a corpse-nurturing lair will form, giving birth to a corpse fetus!"
"This thing is said to be very strange; what if we encounter a powerful corpse fetus..."
The monk, an expert in burial culture, hadn't finished speaking.
Suddenly, the fat man's face stiffened, and his skin turned bluish-purple, just like the countless corpses around him.
In the darkness.
A long, cold, bluish-purple tongue appeared out of nowhere and wrapped itself around Fatty Wang's neck, preventing him from even making a cry for help.
A monster with an enormous head, resembling an infant's corpse with indistinct features, then used its eerie tongue to drag the fat man over, preparing to suck his flesh and blood.
This freak is exactly the corpse fetus in the corpse-raising cave described by the Flower Monk!
"A corpse fetus! There really is a corpse fetus!"
"How terrifying!"
"Damn! I was engrossed in watching it when my mom handed me an apple. I thought it was a baby's head that had been cut off, and I was so scared that I slapped it away!"
"Serves this fat guy right for constantly talking about zongzi (sticky rice dumplings). Now the real zongzi is here!"
"This isn't exploring the Bronze Gate, it's stepping into the gates of hell!"...
As the long-tongued corpse suddenly appeared from behind, the timid viewers sitting in front of the screen almost wet themselves in fright again.
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