Tomb raiding: The awesome life that started from Ganggangyingzi

At this command, the remaining dozen or so weasels immediately rushed forward;

She herself was also wandering around, her cane covered with skulls, waving out a white, chilling aura.

"Damn it, this is outrageous! Old Hu, give the flashlight to Yingzi, let's go!"

Wang Pangzi angrily cursed and, imitating Ji Haobo, slashed at his left palm with the wood-chopping knife in his hand.

In the end, he made several strokes with the pen but couldn't bring himself to do it because he was afraid of the pain.

Old Hu, who was standing next to him, looked annoyed, but then his eyes lit up and he grinned mischievously.

Taking advantage of Wang Pangzi's inattention, he grabbed his hand and smeared it on his knife.

"Ouch! Holy crap, Lao Hu, why the hell did you cut Fatty's hand?"

Seeing Wang Pangzi's angry expression, Lao Hu waved his hand dismissively with a righteous air.

"That's not important. I'll go kill two vengeful ghosts first and see if your blood is effective."

"And if you keep dawdling, it'll be a waste if blood gets left on the floor."

Fearing he would pester him, the cunning guy turned and ran away.

"Damn it, won't that give me tetanus? If anything happens to Fatty, you bastard, you'll be held responsible!"

Fatty Wang smeared blood on his machete while cursing under his breath.

On the other side, Ji Haobo was indeed overwhelmed by the siege.

With the defense of his thug suit and his mastery of internal energy, he could easily kill a physical attack like a weasel biting.

Unfortunately, these ghosts are all paralyzed by warriors; touching them will bring disaster.

In addition, there was a mage nearby who would occasionally unleash a wisp of cold mist from his staff, leaving Ji Haobo with no choice but to dodge.

He dared not try that exhilarating, heart-fluttering sensation.

Therefore, Ji Haobo could only wander around like a kite, circling around with the ghostly spirit.

Fortunately, as these strange things were exposed to ultraviolet light for a long time, their speed slowed down considerably compared to when they first started drifting.

Just then, Lao Hu and Fatty Wang arrived to help, as the Yin spirits' speed had been greatly reduced.

The two men brandished their machetes, imagining themselves as skilled as Ji Haobo, each strike taking down a small karami.

"twenty…"

The result was embarrassing; with one strike, a puff of smoke appeared, and there was no sign of a clean cut.

"Damn it, you fatso, your blood's no good! Did you sacrifice your stinky male body?"

Old Hu felt as if he had struck a wooden stake with his knife; the impact made his hand go numb, and he immediately began cursing angrily.

"You're talking nonsense! I'm not a casual guy. I've remained chaste for over thirty years, and I've never given up on true love."

Feeling insulted, Fatty Wang immediately cried out in protest.

But only he knew that it wasn't that he didn't want to sacrifice his stinky male body;

Instead, they're struggling to make ends meet; who can they turn to for sacrifice? A brothel?

If a young person goes to offer sacrifices, they might even get a red envelope afterwards, but if he goes, he probably won't even be able to get in the door.

Although the two guys couldn't kill the ghost with a single strike, they were cunning enough to hit and run, making the most of their harassment tactics.

With their help, and the slowing speed of the ghosts, the shouts of "Twenty... Twenty!" echoed through the night again.

As the number of wandering spirits dwindled, the old woman began to grow anxious.

It did want to kill the woman holding the glowing food.

But the three dogs beside her were rather fierce. If she got entangled with them, and the swordsman then launched a sneak attack from the side, she would be in danger.

Thinking of this, the old woman decided to retreat first, and then go back to find helpers to seek revenge.

So after unleashing a chilling aura, she turned and ran.

Seeing this, Ji Haobo became very anxious. In his eyes, this guy was like a piece of fat meat, a BOSS-level monster. Killing him would definitely give him a lot of card points.

But there were still seven or eight ghosts around him, and he couldn't get away for the time being.

Just as he was lamenting his loss, a scream rang out from the darkness, and then something flew over.

Although Ji Haobo was filled with doubt and uncertainty, his body instinctively swung his sword and slashed forward.

"Hiss..."

Unsurprisingly, the thing was cut in two and fell to the ground. He glanced at it briefly, and his pupils contracted sharply.

Because this was none other than the old woman who had run away—no, it was a white-haired, yellow weasel.

At this moment, the old woman's body split in two, and a yellow weasel's head rolled to the side.

After half a cup of tea, the remaining few ghosts were all killed, and the surroundings became quiet.

"Huff...huff, damn it, these vengeful ghosts are so hard to kill. I've almost bled them dry, and I've only managed to kill two crippled ones."

Fatty Wang's face turned pale, he was sweating profusely, and he sat down on the ground, cursing as he gasped for breath.

He and Lao Hu killed two ghosts, but his blood was not only ineffective but also short-lived; after a few cuts, it had to be reapplied.

Old Hu promised him several meals of pig liver soup before he was able to complete his blood donation missions time and time again.

"It's not your fault that your blood is so useless. If it were like Master Bo's, I would have fought for ages just to kill two vengeful ghosts."

When Fatty Wang heard Lao Hu's complaints, he immediately objected and was about to argue back.

However, Ji Haobo waved to the two of them with a solemn expression on his pale face.

"You guys go in first, Yingzi will change right away."

The two were startled by what they heard. Old Hu quickly helped Wang Pangzi up. When Yingzi switched the light, the white light illuminated the surroundings.

Ji Haobo scanned the area but found nothing.

But he knew that the thing that had driven the weasel back in the darkness was no ordinary creature; there was a 99% chance it was Biaozi.

Because this guy's appearance during the day was too strange; it's impossible for him to have wandered to the outskirts of this mountain forest for no reason.

The fiercer the beast, the more it should live in deep mountains and forests, because there are plenty of prey in such places to satisfy its needs.

Unless there's a special reason, they wouldn't run to the outer perimeter, so does this bastard have a grudge against that weasel? Did he come specifically for it?

"Brother Bo...Brother Bo, what are you thinking about?"

Yingzi's shout startled Ji Haobo from his reverie. He came to his senses and saw that she and Lao Hu had come over and were looking at him.

"Oh! It's nothing. I was just thinking about Biaozi. He might have shown up recently."

"That white-furred, yellow-skinned creature must have been driven back by it, and then died by my blade."

Ji Haobo briefly explained what had just happened to the two people, then walked over to the weasel and reached out to pull it out of the paper figure.

This thing is indeed quite large; excluding its tail, its body length is over a meter, and its total length is no less than two meters.

The overall white fur resembles silver, without any other colors, and has a glossy, smooth texture.

"Regular wampee flesh, while not very tasty, does have good medicinal value, but this refined variety is definitely highly nutritious."

Ji Haobo explained the facts to the two with a smile, then pointed to the ground.

"Go and gather all the weasels that are more than half full in size together. I'll collect them later; we can't let them go to waste."