seattlejaycees Chapter 826 - 512: Possession and Manipulation
Chapter 826 - 512: Possession and Manipulation
For a moment, the scene in the main burial chamber was overwhelmingly one-sided.
The thousand-year-old zombie was hit by several silver bullets fired by the man in military uniform, and its head was continuously hacked by the Eight-sided Han Sword wielded by the stout middle-aged man in the Zhongshan suit. Its body was completely covered by the gold flames and silver light that severely restrained it, and within two seconds it collapsed to the ground and began to roll in agony, seemingly nearing its end.
The middle-aged man in the Zhongshan suit, seeing the fierce gold flames on the zombie as if they were a raging fire, quickly retreated two steps and stopped attacking with the sword to avoid being affected by its desperate struggle.
The middle-aged man in the green military uniform did not stop. He saw the close-combat ally retreating, then raised his gun again and fired several silver bullets at the zombie’s head and chest as it rolled on the ground. The intensity of the silver light was no less than that of the gold flames, maintaining the maximum harm and weakening of the thousand-year-old zombie.
As this continued for a minute, the incessant roars of the thousand-year-old zombie, trapped in its dire straits, echoed inside and outside the main burial chamber. It rolled back and forth on the ground, desperately trying to extinguish the fierce gold flames and silver light on its body but was powerless. Soon, its struggling movements grew smaller and smaller.
"This old monster is done for! Let me send it on its final journey!"
Mr. Zhang, dressed in black, joined in the effort to beat a drowning dog. He approached the door of the burial chamber and threw both the glutinous rice and the black donkey hoof at the zombie, which was already burnt beyond recognition and motionless. However, when the glutinous rice and black donkey hoof touched the zombie’s body, it showed no reaction, seeming truly dead.
The woman in white, Mr. Zhao, immediately stepped forward to inspect carefully from a distance. As a professional who understood zombies well, she observed for two seconds and made her judgment:
"Its aura is dissipating rapidly; it’s indeed dead."
As she said, the powerful evil spirit that had enveloped the pitifully ravaged thousand-year-old zombie was less than one percent left, looking like a rigid corpse, appearing completely destroyed.
The young man in a Western suit beside her listened, and his face lit up with joy, whereupon he immediately said:
"Everyone quickly look for the treasure! According to the treasure map, there must be a Tiger Talisman in its coffin!"
As he spoke, the young man stepped forward, intending to be the first to enter the interior of the burial chamber, but was stopped by Mr. Zhang in black, who warned:
"Don’t rush! Better safe than sorry; you’d best let Mr. Zhao help! Otherwise, if a living person approaches that thing hastily, it might absorb yang energy and resurrect!"
As soon as the seasoned tomb raider finished speaking, the woman in white, Mr. Zhao, released her bald zombie again.
She directed the bald zombie to walk next to the deceased thousand-year-old zombie, stomped on it, then kicked the body into the corner of the wall, before controlling the bald zombie to walk toward the jade coffin to check what was inside.
"Eh? Why is it empty?"
Very soon, Mr. Zhao discovered a problem, which was that the view transmitted by the bald zombie to her showed nothing; the jade coffin was completely empty.
To prove she wasn’t lying, she then controlled the incredibly powerful bald zombie to lift the jade coffin directly and carried it step by step to the people before her.
When the coffin was set down by the bald zombie, everyone looked and indeed, as she said, it was completely empty inside, as clean as a face basin that’s just been washed.
"Why is there nothing at all?! Is this treasure map fake?!"
The young man in the Western suit was instantly furious, ripping the yellowed silk fabric in his hand forcefully, clearly highly disappointed with the outcome in front of him.
At the same time, Wang Zhifan, who was hidden on the outskirts of the main burial chamber, also showed confusion. He found himself unable to grasp the current situation fully; the circumstances differed greatly from his expectations.
"Did that thousand-year-old zombie just die so unceremoniously? It clearly had the strength to counterattack those people... It died in a somewhat inexplicable way; I didn’t even have time to snatch the glory..."
Like the judgment of Mr. Zhao, the woman in white, Wang Zhifan, who was highly perceptive, also determined the thousand-year-old zombie, subjected to the burn of gold flames and silver light, had entered into death and wasn’t feigning.
He was utterly aware of cases of life and death, and some common feigning techniques were absolutely unable to escape his perception. The current state of the thousand-year-old zombie was dead, dying carelessly and meaninglessly.
However, just when he felt tremendously puzzled, he suddenly sensed an anomaly in the target area; a tiny object emerged inexplicably from the broken corpse of the thousand-year-old zombie!
It appeared to be a miniature metal block with engraved patterns, smaller than a peanut, but as soon as it appeared, it dashed silently yet terrifyingly fast toward the crowd nearby, targeting the still-angry young man in the Western suit!
"There really is a situation! That old zombie had a backup plan!"
In an instant, Wang Zhifan understood that the matter hadn’t ended, and the thousand-year-old zombie must have brewed a huge conspiracy. But in this moment, he chose not to interfere, as he wanted to see exactly what the old zombie’s backup plan was.
He then saw, through his radar-like perception, the metal block drilling silently and extremely quickly into the young man’s pant leg from the thousand-year-old zombie’s body, moving up along the pant leg to reach his chest and heart position, and fiercely drilled right in!
This scenario happened so quickly that no one else but Wang Zhifan could react timely; even if someone else happened to witness it, they’d likely think it was a trick of light, not to mention that their attention was currently focused on the coffin.
Moreover, Wang Zhifan was even more perplexed by the fact that he distinctly confirmed that the young man’s chest had been pierced by the strange metal block, yet the young man made no sound, as if unaffected, continuing to stand and speak without any hint of bloodstains on his chest!