Tomb Raider: I Am Hu Bayi's Cousin

Chapter 251 The Boring Blood Corpse

The blood-soaked corpse's gaze...

It was firmly nailed to the bronze coffin inside the tree hollow!
It let out another piercing scream.

The blood-soaked corpse jumped down from the hole, which was more than 20 meters high, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Then, without the slightest hesitation, he rushed straight towards the bronze coffin.

"Who is this deity again?" Hu Ming's brows furrowed deeply.

There were only a few people in this tomb.

The formation of blood corpses is extremely complex, and not just any Tom, Dick, or Harry can become one.

Without the Corpse Beetle Pill, wanting to become a Blood Corpse? Dream on! Even those killed by Blood Corpses, once transformed into zombies, wouldn't be at the Blood Corpse level!

Hu Ming recalled that King Mu of Zhou did indeed obtain three corpse beetle pills and a jade figurine from the Queen Mother of the West.

King Mu of Zhou took one, King Shang of Lu took one, and the last one was eaten raw by the Iron-Faced King…

Wait, King Lu Shang?
Hu Ming raised an eyebrow, a sudden realization dawning on him. He had figured it out.

The figure inside the sacrificial chamber is King Mu of Zhou, who was pulled out of the jade figurine during his transformation and turned into a blood corpse.

As expected, the person lying inside the bronze coffin was the final "beneficiary," Tie Miansheng.

What about King Lu Shang? And that blue-eyed fox on the jade platform?
Bullshit!
King Lu Shang was a nobleman of the Warring States period, how could he look like this?
Do you think the other nobles have no dignity? If King Lu Shang were like that, he would have been silenced by the other nobles long ago.

And, most importantly.

King Lu Shang, who desired immortality, must have consumed the Corpse Beetle Pill before encasing himself in the jade terracotta warrior.

Having consumed the Corpse Beetle Pill and then been pulled out of the jade terracotta warrior by Iron-Faced Sheng, why didn't he undergo a transformation?
If the blood-soaked corpse before us is indeed King Lu Shang, then this makes sense.

As for the man and woman on the jade platform...

Hu Ming shook his head, deciding not to think about it anymore, since he couldn't figure out the ins and outs anyway.

Hu Ming drew his dragon-patterned cloud-swirling blade and charged straight at the attacker!

"Although it seems this blood-soaked corpse's target is the bronze coffin, but..."

Seeing the rapidly approaching blood-soaked corpse, Wu Sansheng frowned, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back.

As he spoke, he pulled a submachine gun from the bag on his back.

Previously, Wu Sansheng had encountered many foreign mercenaries who had died, and this gun was taken from their corpses.

"But the blood corpse is extremely vicious and will never let us living people go."

Hu Ming chuckled and voiced Wu Sansheng's concerns.

"Leave it to me. The previous blood corpse was taken away by the ghost soldiers, which was a bit disappointing. It's not bad that we can meet another one before they leave."

After glancing at the young man who showed no intention of making a move, Hu Ming lit a cigarette for himself.

He stood with his sword drawn, blocking the path the blood corpse was bound to take.

When it comes to force, Hu Ming really doesn't back down from anyone!
Seeing this, Wu Sansheng, Wu Xie, and Panzi breathed a sigh of relief, calmly sat down on the ground, and began to smoke.

"No, that thing is a blood zombie!"

"This is terrible! If it really gets serious, none of us would even be enough to fill its teeth. Why are you all sitting down and starting to smoke?"

"Do you have to be so calm?"

The fat man immediately lost his composure and couldn't help but shout.

"Calm down, Fatty, sit down and rest for a bit, just watch my Uncle Ming perform."

“We encountered another blood corpse in the tomb before, and my Uncle Ming dealt with it as easily as a father beating a child.”

"If a group of ghost soldiers hadn't suddenly appeared and taken that blood corpse away, my Uncle Ming would have already ripped its head off!" Wu Xie calmly reassured.

Speaking of which, Wu Xie is getting more and more fluent in calling him Uncle Ming.

"Uh, wait a minute! Ghost soldiers? Holy crap? Did I hear that right? Ghost soldiers? The ghost soldiers you're talking about, is it really the ghost soldiers I'm thinking of? Holy crap, is what my old man was bragging about true?"

The fat man looked at Wu Xie with a "fucked" expression.

Previously, he had told Wu Xie that ghost soldiers did not exist.

"...It's true, I saw it with my own eyes, but I don't know what those ghost soldiers were all about."

Wu Xie realized he had let something slip, so he simply shrugged and refused to continue.

Moreover, he genuinely couldn't figure out what that thing actually was.

However, judging from the expressions of Wu Sansheng, Hu Ming, and the other two, they probably know the secret.

Unfortunately, none of the three offered any explanation.

"Prepare to open the coffin; it's about to end."

At this moment, the young man who had been staring at the blood corpse shook his head and said calmly.

Indeed, that was the case; in the time it took to speak, Hu Ming had almost killed the blood corpse.

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Wu Sansheng and the other two looked at the cigarettes they had just taken a puff of, sighed, and resignedly stood up to prepare to open the coffin.

Sometimes, having too many strong teammates isn't always a good thing.

Let them at least finish one cigarette.

The greatest threat posed by creatures like zongzi (sticky rice dumplings) lies in their immense strength, hard body, and invulnerability to weapons.

It would be difficult for an ordinary person to inflict fatal damage on him with only cold weapons or firearms.

But Hu Ming is different.

In terms of strength, it's hard to say who's stronger. And invulnerability?
Sorry, but the dragon-patterned cloud-shaped knife says that all zongzi (rice dumplings) are inferior.

In the short time it takes to smoke a cigarette, Hu Ming had already swiftly used his treasured sword to cut off the limbs of the blood corpse.

On the spot, he chopped the ominous creature that ordinary people would avoid into human stumps.

Even at this moment, the ash from the cigarette that Hu Ming had in his mouth didn't fall out.

It's that easy and carefree.

"King Lu Shang... what is this? Evil begets evil?"

"Your life was ruined by the tomb of King Mu of Zhou, and you dug him out of his jade figurine."

"You probably didn't expect your most trusted subordinate to expose you, did you?"

Exhaling a smoke ring, Hu Ming looked at the blood-soaked corpse whose eyes were filled with resentment and venom, and felt a deep sense of emotion.

The blood-soaked corpse before me is ultimately different from King Mu of Zhou.

"Roar!!!"

There was no remaining rationality; all that remained was resentment, madness, and bloodlust.

Perhaps it was because he hadn't been lying in the jade figurine for very long?
Shaking his head, Hu Ming slashed down with his sword.

The blade flashed, tearing through the air and cleanly severing the blood-soaked corpse's head, splattering crimson blood everywhere.

Hu Ming left without looking back.

In the end, he was just a boring person, a boring blood corpse!
(End of this chapter)