Using the MC system to pretend spiritual revival

Chapter 166 What is the Tomb of a Hundred Kings?

It was early morning, just as dawn was breaking.

The distant mountains were shrouded in mist, and the first light of dawn was already appearing.

A thousand miles away, the misty mountains present a peaceful scene.

At this time, most people are still dreaming.

One place, however, was already brightly lit and had been busy for a long time.

Lijiang Development Zone.

It has changed drastically since then.

The potholes and uneven surfaces that were originally dug at the construction site have long been filled in and smooth roads have been paved.

The original simple sheet metal used to fence off the construction site has been replaced with a 4-meter-high spliced ​​cement wall and electric fence.

Signs prohibiting approaching were also posted everywhere.

The original entrance has been rebuilt and equipped with sentry posts and a closed iron gate that is manned 24 hours a day.

This area, publicly declared as a military garrison, is actually used to conceal the fact that it is the most dangerous and first S-class haunted site in Xin Kingdom: the Tomb of a Hundred Kings.

The importance attached to it goes without saying.

The completed base was garrisoned with a large number of troops and armored units that had been mobilized.

Along the way, you can see patrol teams carrying lights every now and then marching by.

One after another, steel behemoths, exuding power and violent aesthetics, lay prostrate in the darkness.

The turrets and gun barrels on the armored vehicles and tanks were all pointing towards the heavy first line of defense located in the center of this area.

Compared to its original state, the inner ring of protection has been renovated into a structure resembling an ancient city wall.

It was covered with all sorts of gun emplacements and sentry posts, and the thickness of the walls was insane.

There is only one way out, through an alloy portal pulled by a giant starter motor.

Because of consideration for durability, the structure is also simple and rudimentary, streamlined to the extreme.

Each time the door panel was raised and lowered, it produced a dull tremor.

One can imagine just how much material was used to construct the city gate.

Even the personnel stationed here jokingly refer to this place as "Lijiang Pass" in their casual conversations.

And at this time.

It's right inside the first line of defense.

A section of the city wall that is much wider than the other sections was originally a firing point and a supply and ammunition replenishment point.

But at this moment, all the clutter on top had been cleared away, and Yang Ping, dressed in an apricot-yellow Taoist robe, was standing in the center.

This has led to the overall style of the area becoming increasingly bizarre.

The square, high platform was atop which incense was lit everywhere, and flags were erected.

The ground was painted with intricate patterns using a dark red dye that was actually a mixture of rooster blood and cinnabar.

At the very center, a solid wood long table stands at the eye of the formation, covered with a yellow cloth, upon which are candlesticks, writing brushes, inkstones, incense burners, mirrors, plates, and bells.

At this moment, Yang Ping was holding a short sword made of copper coins.

He was walking with unidentified steps, waving a talisman in one hand and a sword in the other, while muttering to himself.

Judging from their color, all of these items are clearly of the highest quality.

A copper coin sword strung with five emperor coins, and an incense burner and candlestick with unusual shapes.

Even the black dog tied up to the side, waiting to be bled, was full of energy.

Clearly, the Special Operations Bureau went to great lengths and invested heavily in raising these funds.

At this moment, Yang Ping, who had been muttering to himself for who knows how long, finally slowed down and walked to the long table.

The hand holding the copper coin short sword thrust forward.

He then raised the talisman in his right hand and pierced it through the tip of the sword.

He waved it toward the candlestick beside him, igniting the talisman, which then fell into a porcelain bowl containing water.

After completing this step, Yang Ping, who had been looking serious the whole time, finally let out a long sigh of relief.

His previously serious and tense body quickly relaxed.

He casually hung the copper coin sword on his waist, picked up the talisman water, and walked to the outside of the formation, in front of a group of soldiers who were waiting nervously.

“Here, take this talisman water. Everyone take a sip. This is a talisman that I specially researched and found.”

"If anyone gets scratched by a Yin Corpse, they no longer need to soak in a bucket of glutinous rice. Drinking this for ten hours will protect them from the threat of corpse poison."

After saying this, he walked past the crowd and headed towards the escalator leading to the foot of the city wall.

He looked tired and listless, and didn't want to say another word.

Meanwhile, the soldier who received the talisman water, who looked like a junior officer, also had a secretly delighted expression.

But then, as if remembering something, she turned around and raised her hand to call out to Yang Ping, who was about to leave.
However, before he could speak, a colleague pulled him aside and whispered something to him.

"Alright... let Master Yang rest for a bit. He started performing rituals and setting up protective formations as soon as he arrived. He also heard that some of our brothers have recently been infected by Yin Corpses, so he spent another four or five hours distributing talisman water."

"This is already quite good. Stop asking for this and that. Don't tell me you don't know. If something happens in that tomb chamber at the bottom of the pit, do you think we can stop it?"

"In the end, weren't they still the experts in the bureau fighting tooth and nail?"

These words left the officer holding the talisman water stunned, but upon reflection, they made sense.

Since the two Taoist priests from the Special Bureau drove over during the day, they have been busy with various tasks, working through the entire night.

Although I've heard that these practitioners have more energy than ordinary people, I still think they must be exhausted.

"Alright, Lao Li, let go. I'm a little sleepy and confused too."

"Then you can share this talisman water with the rest of the brothers, since I drank it all during the first half of the night anyway."

As he spoke, he looked up at the still dark sky.

"There's still plenty of time. I'm going back to rest now. You and the brothers keep a close watch."

“I overheard the two Taoist priests chatting and they said that something seems to be going to happen at the Tomb of the Hundred Kings recently, so you should be extra careful.”

"Let's not end up like those unlucky guys from the other day, getting scratched by a lone zombie while on patrol..."

The middle-aged sergeant, while rambling on, stretched, yawned, and walked toward the ladder leading down.

There were several small houses set up outside the concrete city wall, for the use of patrolling soldiers who were changing shifts and resting.

At this moment, the middle-aged sergeant who had just been holding the other party's hand, and was called Old Li, also waved.

"Okay, don't worry, you know how I handle things, right?"

After saying that, he quickly dropped his relaxed, joking expression.

He turned around and looked seriously at the squad of soldiers he had brought with him.

"You should have heard what the commander-in-chief just said. Remember, you must be fully alert when patrolling and on guard duty!"

"You've all witnessed how powerful those zombies are. Just imagine what would happen if one of them escaped the defenses and entered the city?"

"Back then, our Fog Hill will become like Raccoon City from the movie! Think about your relatives and friends living in the city, and you need to be extremely careful, understand?!"

After these words were shouted, the soldiers, who had just changed shifts and were full of energy, all stood at attention and saluted in return, responding loudly.

"understand!"

Looking at the upright posture and determined eyes of the young men in front of him, Old Li nodded in satisfaction.

Only then did his expression relax.

"Alright, everyone go back to your posts. And while you're at it, pass on these warnings and reminders to every sentry squad."

"The impacts from inside the tomb may become more frequent during this period. Everyone, please hang in there. I heard from above that a solution has been found."

"Soon, the alert level here will be lowered, and everyone won't have to work so hard."

Upon hearing the officer's words, the soldiers in the group couldn't help but smile.

I felt relieved after the warning, and happy to know that the danger had finally subsided.

"Okay, disband!"

At Lao Li's command, the soldiers immediately split into several distinct groups.

Running along the wide city wall, we reached the various firing positions that were still lit up.

...

at this time.

Yang Ping, who had already descended from the city wall, bumped into Li Qingfeng, who was waiting with his arms crossed in the darkness.

"...Ha~..."

"...Fellow Daoist Li is here, please wait for me..."

Seeing that the other person was waiting for him, he was not surprised. He yawned wearily and walked away while gesturing for them to wait.

He reached directly into his sleeve and pulled out a talisman with the character "醒" (wake up) written in the center.

Then, without hesitation, he slapped his forehead. In an instant.

The talisman ignites upon contact and quickly burns to ashes.

Yang Ping, after doing all this, also shuddered violently.

The next moment, his tired expression quickly turned into one of alertness.

"Alright, Fellow Daoist Li, let's go! Let's find a place to sit down and chat. You've been busy all day, you probably haven't eaten yet, have you? We can try the food they make for the guards here..."

It seemed that the talisman he had just received had made him somewhat excited after a long night, and he spoke a string of words like a machine gun.

However, he soon noticed the unusual expression on Li Qingfeng's face not far away.

Although this person always seems aloof and indifferent to everyone.

But after spending more time together, Yang Ping realized that his fellow Daoist Li wasn't actually as aloof as he appeared.

It's just that they don't tend to show it on the surface.

Having known each other for so long, Yang Ping has been able to discern some of the underlying meaning from subtle changes in the other person's expression.

"Fellow Daoist Li, what's wrong with you?"

"... "

"I'm getting ready to go back to the mountain gate."

Li Qingfeng uttered these words calmly. Seeing the astonishment on the other person's face, he guessed the other person's question and immediately began to explain.

"The sooner we set off, the sooner we'll be back. I have a bad feeling about this, and the matter of the Tomb of a Hundred Kings shouldn't be delayed any longer."

As he spoke, he slightly raised his chin, gesturing for the other person to look behind him.

"It's already getting light. Even with the bureau's car, there's still a stretch of mountain road. If we set off now, we can arrive by Chenshi (7-9 AM), which is just the right time."

Yang Ping had just opened his mouth to ask a question when the other party unexpectedly gave him a predictive answer.

Feeling a little awkward, I thought for a moment and changed the subject.

"Alright then, are you planning to go straight back?"

Li Qingfeng didn't seem to care about Yang Ping's awkward expression, and simply shook his head at Yang Ping's question.

"No, it's not worth rushing for a few minutes or seconds."

“These past few days, I have prepared some gifts for my master. My master has been practicing meditation on the mountain for a long time, so I found some things that he might be interested in and brought them back.”

Clearly, Li Qingfeng's long journey down the mountain hadn't been without its rewards; at least he had learned the art of gift-giving.

Upon hearing this, Yang Ping paused for a moment, then smiled knowingly.

His gaze swept over the boy, who was standing with his arms crossed and wearing a blue robe and a crown, making clicking sounds under his breath.

This demeanor and gesture made Li Qingfeng feel uncomfortable, so he moved his hands and feet, changed his posture, and stopped looking at him.

Yang Ping, on the other hand, was completely oblivious, his expression quite lewd as he forced a smile.

He reached directly to his waist and untied a small pouch, about the size of a sachet.

"Hehe~ I guessed it long ago. Here, this is a small gift I prepared for you, senior. Please pass it on to me, Fellow Daoist Li."

Controlling himself to ignore the strange feeling in the other person's expression, Li Qingfeng reached out and took the sachet, weighing it in his hand and finding it quite heavy.

Somewhat curious, she wanted to ask, but then she remembered that it was a gift for her master, so she didn't press the matter and silently put the sachet back into her pocket.

Only then did he look up again, and when he saw Yang Ping in front of him wearing an apricot-yellow Taoist robe, he bowed directly.

"Fellow Daoist Yang, I'll take my leave now. See you later."

"Okay, okay, have a safe trip! Remember to give my regards to your senior!"

Yang Ping waved casually, watching the fleeing figure in his line of sight with a grin.

This is one of the weaknesses that I discovered after spending so much time with this infamous killer, Li Qingfeng.

The weirder and more enthusiastic your expression is, the more awkwardly he will look away.

Nowadays, Yang Ping has mastered this skill and always gains the upper hand in conversations.

Listening to the Special Operations Bureau jeeps at the base entrance, they sped off with the roar of their engines at the station.

Only then, with a smug look on his face, did he stride confidently toward the cafeteria.

...

at the same time.

On the outskirts of this large military-controlled area, there is a six-story residential building adjacent to the former Lijiang Development Zone.

It was pitch black by now, and the people inside had long been evacuated.

On the rooftop of a deserted residential building, stood a middle-aged man with his hair tied up, draped in a black robe and hidden in the night.

Facing the night breeze, his eyes were calmly fixed on the S-class dangerous land that stretched out at the horizon, surrounded by walls like city walls.

"They're really on high alert."

Looking at the tall, thick walls, Yue Feng couldn't help but frown slightly.

He stared at it for a long time.

He then looked away, reached into his sleeve, and carefully took out a roll of paper.

Slowly unfold.

By the light of the lingering moon, one could see the black background and white characters on the small scroll, as if it had been rubbing from some kind of inscription.

The text on it is incomplete, but it appears to have been restored and is now legible.

"Where there are masculine and powerful figures in the world, there are also yin and evil abysses."

“In the past, alchemists observed the veins of the land and knew that there were places where yin veins converged, which were the places where all ghosts returned to hide and where resentment and evil spirits condensed.”

"When mortals die, their resentment gathers here along with the earth's veins. Over the years, it erodes the minds of living beings, turning fertile fields into dead lands, and giving rise to walking corpses and zombies, which are ferocious and devour people in countless numbers."

"Later generations suffered from its calamities, and the dynasty sent elite troops to drive it away, and then sealed off the area with huge stones and iron walls."

“Sometimes, a wise and virtuous person would dig a grave and build a mound in a yin location, and choose a person from the human race who has great luck and great courage to be buried in it, so that the yang energy of the living can suppress the invisible yin evil.”

The method states: "Use the body of flesh and blood as a cauldron, and the loyal and courageous soul as a talisman, and you can subdue the evil spirits in the netherworld."

"If people in later generations encounter a disturbance of yin energy and evil spirits escape from the tomb, they should follow the example of the sages of the past and find a brave person to bury in the tomb, so as to continue the work of suppressing evil."

Following this rubbing of ancient text are inscriptions with distinctly different characters.

"Later generations have recorded that this is an unnamed tomb, yet it is the final resting place of heroes from all over the world, which is truly inappropriate."

"Now, future emperors, daring to challenge all the wise and brave men, have chosen a hundred to represent an endless number, and have personally selected stones from the Tianshan Mountains to carve a stele, inscribing the Tomb of a Hundred Kings, to commemorate the countless brave warriors and sages beneath this tomb who sacrificed their lives for the foundation of humanity..."

Following this brief inscription marked with a smaller sign, there are also dozens of inscriptions recorded by later generations.

Some built tombs, while others buried heroes.

After these newly added engravings, below are densely packed names.

At a glance, you can even see quite a few familiar names.

Yue Feng, who was carefully unfolding the scroll, ignored everything else.

He simply reached out and groped for a name located in the back corner, muttering to himself.

"General, our descendants have fallen to such a state; we are ashamed before you..."

As she spoke, her already wrinkled eyelids closed, concealing the pain and struggle within.

A moment later, he opened his eyes again, and all he saw was unwavering determination and indifference.

Then, without warning, he spoke coldly, as if there were other people on the empty rooftop.

"You came to me with this rubbing to cooperate, but have you ever thought about what would happen if you lied to me?"

The cold voice echoed clearly on the empty rooftop in the night, as if talking to itself.

The next moment, a hoarse and unpleasant voice rang out.

"Of course, Patriarch Yue, there is absolutely no falsehood in your words."

As soon as he finished speaking, a rustling sound came from behind him.

Then, from the shadow of the nearby clutter, a gaunt figure slowly rose from the ground.

Then it stabilized, forming the slender, black robe-like shape of the insect.

Yue Feng merely turned his head slightly, glanced at it, and showed no surprise whatsoever.

"That Li Qingfeng has already left..."

"Next, we will proceed according to plan."

As he spoke, Yue Feng turned around, his muscular body casting a shadow against the moonlight.

As he finished speaking, he held a rather antique-looking general's mask in his hand and slowly put it on his face.

"Now we just have to wait, wait until 9 PM today, wait for Li Qingfeng, this variable, to leave Wushan, and then..."

“…Chongma, according to the plan, you will be the one to fire the first shot.”

(End of this chapter)