Tomb Raider: I Am Hu Bayi's Cousin

Chapter 670 Old Ghost!

The blue-robed man had already drawn half of his Tibetan knife. He had originally wanted to spar with Hu Ming, whom he hadn't seen in a long time, but he silently sheathed the knife.

I always felt that with Liang Wan around, it was impossible to create that kind of atmosphere for friendly competition.

"Give up. Just because you're improving doesn't mean I'm regressing. You're only on par with Xiao Ge and the blind guy. You're still a few points behind me."

Hu Ming seemed to understand the blue-robed man's thoughts, and chuckled, saying, "You'll never get revenge on me, never wash away the shame I inflicted on your clan!"

"The clan's and the 'King of Hell's' beliefs are not things I can decide. I also despise the fact that every ten years, female corpses are conceived and offered as tribute to the 'King of Hell' as mounts."

"But I am just a protector, the clan's military safeguard. I have no right to interfere with customs that have lasted for thousands of years."

"Furthermore, unlike the beings within your sect, our 'King of Hell' has a huge flaw. He doesn't ride female corpses for a perverse pleasure or to demonstrate his superior status, it's just that..."

The man in the blue robe fell silent, sighed, and slowly revealed the significance of the Kambaluo people's existence.

"However, they were just failures. They ruined themselves. They also had ancient bronze, but they couldn't figure anything out. They could only use the strange power of the ancient bronze to absorb the life force of specially treated young girls to maintain their own broken lives!"

"Unfortunately, even for the sake of those innocent young ladies who were harmed and offered as tribute by your people, I should have simply slaughtered all the living beings within your sect!"

"But it doesn't matter anymore. The time has come. Whether it's our side or your side, everyone inside has reached their time. Five thousand years of clinging to life is ultimately just wishful thinking."

Hu Ming rarely spoke with sarcasm.

Bronze doors exist all over the world, and they are all similar, having existed for about five thousand years. Inside the doors are ancient creatures, creatures that are unwilling to die and are just clinging to life.

However, the power of the ancient bronze is not inexhaustible. Five thousand years have passed, and the power of the ancient bronze is about to be exhausted. These people who depend on the ancient bronze for their existence will also die.

"This is the fate of the Kambaluo people! We already knew it, and we have already accepted it!"

The man in the blue robe remained unmoved and said in a deep voice.

"So, Hu Ming, and you in blue robes, you both know what's behind the bronze door?"

Zhang Rishan grabbed the curious Liang Wan and asked with bright eyes!
The Zhang family is the clan that knows the most about the Bronze Gate. Unfortunately, this secret is known only to each Zhang Qiling and is passed down from generation to generation, unknown to anyone else.

"What difference does it make whether you know or not? The world inside the gate, all the beings inside the gate, will all come to an end within six months, whether they are in Changbai Mountain, the Himalayas, or other parts of the world."

"Perfect immortality is nothing but a beautiful dream, a mere illusion..."

The man in the blue robe glanced at Zhang Yueshan, who was clearly eager to learn, and said calmly.

But why does Liang Wan's expression seem a little off, almost frightened?
"Non-existent? A dream?"

Hu Ming smiled without saying a word. He, this young man, was clearly an immortal being, wasn't he?
Let's leave aside Hu Ming's "green oil chicken" for now.

This guy can be said to be the embodiment of all the ancient beings' research on immortality, created by various accidents, and he is truly a real person.

"Gentlemen," I said, "this is not the time for you to have friendly exchanges."

"Furthermore, you insisted on bringing me to this godforsaken place, and you didn't even explain what my problems had to do with this blue-robed man. Now, the problem is..."

"We're going to die!!!" Liang Wan broke free from Zhang Rishan and finally found a chance to interject, shouting in a tearful voice.

"Are you going to die? Don't be ridiculous, there are three of us here, what place in this world can't we go...!"

Zhang Yueshan looked at his woman with amusement, and was about to say something comforting with rare confidence when he suddenly noticed the strange situation around him. His pupils shrank sharply, and he couldn't help but curse out loud.

"Fuck!!!" *2
This is Hu Ming and the blue robe.

The scene before them truly shocked even the three seasoned veterans!
Hu Ming had witnessed a similar scene before, but the scene now was even more shocking than before!
After all, the previous encounter with the Hundred Ghosts Parade in Western Xinjiang was merely an instinctive reaction, but this time...

Countless shadowy figures slowly rose from the black mist that covered the entire ground.

They are countless humanoid beings!
But clearly, these are definitely not human!
The semi-transparent black figures, the desolate and ancient animal hides, the messy beards and hair, all of them, regardless of gender, were bare-chested, and all their eyes were fixed on the direction of the four people.

Their bodies, limbs, and heads are clearly different from those of modern humans, suggesting they are from an ancient era.

The resentment and anger in his eyes were almost burning.

As they spoke, these shadows rose from the black mist on the ground, their entire bodies floating in mid-air.

The surrounding black mist, which had been calm, began to boil.

At the same time, all the figures opened their mouths and roared silently.

No, it wasn't silent. Hu Ming's keen hearing had already detected some strange, gradually rising wind sounds.
The so-called "winds of Gutongjing" are actually the howls of ten thousand ghosts!?
Hu Ming's pupils contracted; he seemed to understand something.

"I say, this is what a ghost is! What kind of ghost is Lan Ting? You can tell at a glance he's just a half-baked amateur, okay?"

Liang Wan, true to her thick skin, wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes despite her fear, and didn't forget to complain to Hu Ming about Lan Ting's way of being.

"Shut up."

Hu Ming's face darkened. How could this be compared to anything?

Aside from some strange and special powers, Lan Ting is almost undetectable to ordinary people, and even all the instruments in the world cannot detect her problems.

But what about what's right in front of us?
An ancient ghost that's been around for thousands of years!! (Divide!)
You can tell just by looking at their eyes; these ghostly things are clearly...

Eh?
"Their anger isn't directed at us, but at the altar beneath our feet, and at this strange, faceless god?"

"They died because they lacked a divine presence, and their resentment soared to the heavens after death. In this special feng shui environment, they were even nurtured into ghosts?"

Hu Ming suddenly realized something and said.

"Although I'm not entirely sure what this place is for, it seems to be. Also, Hu Ming, we might be innocent."

"But I don't think these ghosts will let us innocent bystanders go. And such a rare horde of ten thousand ghosts at that! We've really hit the jackpot!"

Zhang Yueshan instinctively shielded Liang Wan behind him, his expression somewhat grim.

He regretted coming here.