Tomb raiding: The awesome life that started from Ganggangyingzi

Ji Haobo didn't waste any words and directly opened his bag, revealing a notebook with a leather cover inside.

Yang Xueli took the document, opened it, and flipped through it. Her eyes reddened as she nodded to the group.

"This is indeed my father's; it contains his notes and annotations."

"Shirley, don't be too sad, you still have me."

Ji Haobo held Yang Xueli in his arms, patted her back, and softly comforted her:

"Besides, we still don't know what your dad really is. Maybe he's like Richard, just trapped somewhere!"

Although he himself didn't believe what he said, it at least gave Yang Xueli a glimmer of hope.

"Hmm, now that we've found the notes, should we still go into the Nine-Story Demon Tower?"

The group turned to look at the magnificent tower, exchanged glances, and then revealed expressions of curiosity.

"Let's go! Since we're already here, we should definitely see what's inside."

Although Ji Haobo wanted Yang Xueli and the others to go up first, he wanted to enter the Nine-Story Demon Tower alone.

But he knew the others would definitely not agree, so he didn't bother arguing and took the lead.

As the crowd approached, they could see numerous remains kneeling in worship of the tower.

Because of the passage of time, they are all so decayed that they must have undergone special treatment, otherwise, probably not even a trace would remain.

The group carefully avoided the remains to prevent disturbing the Dapu Ghost Insects, but when they arrived at the foot of the Nine-Story Demon Tower, their expressions changed slightly.

Because there was no door at the bottom of the tower, but a layer of mist-like substance twisted and blocked it.

"Bo, what is that thing? Is it some kind of barrier from those mythological movies?"

Fatty Wang picked up a pebble the size of a finger and nervously threw it. The pebble passed right through the distorted mist, and nothing else happened.

Ji Bo frowned. He couldn't tell what it was either, but he could sense the fluctuations of illusion magic.

When he reached out into the mist, it was like there was no air in front of him; he felt nothing at all.

"I sensed a fluctuation of illusion magic, but I'm not sure what it is."

Ji Haobo looked at the group, pondered for a moment, and then gave the instructions:

"The situation inside is unclear. I'll go check it out first, and you can come in later."

"Haobo, be careful!"

Yang Xueli and Laura looked at him with some concern.

"It's alright, don't worry. With my strength, I can easily demolish this nine-story demon tower."

Ji Haobo smiled at the group, then turned and walked into the distorted mist barrier.

Suddenly, a wave of illusionary energy surged forth, but it was instantly dispelled by the Nine Dragons Pulling the Coffin tattoo within his body.

The scene inside then came into view: in a space no smaller than two basketball courts, there was a rather large altar in the center.

The top layer was piled high with a large number of skeletons, which, judging from their shapes, included domestic animals such as cattle, sheep, horses, deer, and wolves, as well as various other animals, with wolf skeletons on top.

In addition, the altar is surrounded by a large number of strange and unusual patterns, but the most common one is eyes.

Furthermore, this enormous space is filled with a dense yin energy, making the entire space not only eerie and unsettling, but also chilling to the bone.

Then the others came in one after another, their expressions constantly changing, as if they were trapped in a nightmare. It wasn't until a few breaths later that they came back to their senses, panting heavily.

"Huff...huff, damn it, those hallucinations almost made me lose my way."

Fatty Wang, pale-faced and panting heavily, rubbed his temples.

Apart from Yang Xueli, Lao Hu and Laura weren't much better off than him.

Just then, before the group of people in complete darkness could even call out to Ji Haobo, a ghostly green flame suddenly rose from the altar.

The hazy green light made the surroundings even more terrifying; at least Fatty Wang and Old Hu were startled by each other's appearance.

"Damn, Lao Hu, your skinny, greenish appearance almost scared the crap out of me!"

"You have the nerve to say that? Why don't you look in the mirror and see your greenish, fleshy face? You're even more ferocious than a demon! You almost gave me a heart attack!"

"Damn, that's a personal attack, that's going too far!"

The two silly idiots' chatter lessened the eerie atmosphere considerably. Ji Haobo ignored them and led Yang Xueli and Laura to the edge of the altar to examine it.

"Haobo, this looks like just ordinary phosphorescence burning; it's probably due to the air we brought in."

The group walked around but didn't find anything special. However, they roughly figured out the principle behind the green flames on the altar.

"Okay, let's go upstairs and take a look."

Ji Haobo nodded, turned and walked towards the stairs, and the others quickly followed.

Although they didn't find any ghosts here, given the eerie nature of the place, they had no doubt that one might jump out at any moment.

The scene on the second floor was equally terrifying. To prevent any more strange lights from appearing, Ji Haobo released the drone.

Under the bright light, a large number of people knelt around the altar, a dense crowd that appeared to number in the hundreds.

Unlike the decaying corpses outside, these were all mummified, barely clothed, with their hands and feet bound.

These people clearly did not die voluntarily, so their resentful deaths made the second floor have a heavier yin energy compared to the lower floors.

As they entered, the yang energy of the living caused the mummified corpse to immediately emit a series of "crackling" sounds.

"Holy crap, they just got the corpse up like that?"

Fatty Wang and Old Hu exchanged a glance, showing no fear but rather excitement.

They've trained for so long, but they can't beat the powerful ones and they can't even touch the ordinary ones. Now these mummies are perfect for practicing.

Yang Xueli and Laura are similar; they both want to test their skills.

Seeing this, Ji Haobo decided not to personally go down to clean up, as more practical combat would be beneficial for training their strength.

"You all need to cooperate with each other."

Wang Pangzi and Lao Hu immediately drew their knives, Yang Xueli took the Vajra Umbrella handed to her by Ji Haobo, and Laura held two Desert Eagles.

When they came out this time, Aning gave her own weapon to Laura, since she basically wouldn't need it in the city anyway.

Before the mummified corpse could fully rise, the group rushed to the altar, which was more than a meter high.

"Roar...roar roar"

A large amount of yin energy was absorbed by the mummified corpse, and its originally shriveled body became two parts fuller, and the roar it emitted was hoarse and piercing.

"Chirp chirp chirp..."

A burst of gunfire, silenced by a gun, rang out. Lara fired first, and with the power of the Desert Eagle, the dried-up corpse's watermelon exploded.

At the same time, Lao Hu and Fatty Wang also swung their knives at the surging mummies.

After chopping down seven or eight watermelons, the two felt that simply swinging their knives on the altar wasn't enough, so they jumped off.

As a result of poor coordination, the dark mass of mummified corpses taught them a lesson.

Although the versatile tactical suits blocked the scratches, the force of the dried corpse's hands made the two of them grimace. The armor's defense only made them resistant to beatings, not that they were without pain.