Tomb raiding: The awesome life that started from Ganggangyingzi

"Snap...bang bang..."

Just as Ji Haobo was cursing, a sound of trees falling came from the darkness in the distance.

Needless to say, this was caused by Biaozi's side, and I wonder what happened to that guy.

It's quite large, and its movement in the forest is restricted; we mustn't let that Yin Cavalry general kill it.

In general, he doesn't want either side to be eliminated, as the Yin Cavalry general represents a lot of opportunities to escape.

As for Biaozi! Hehe! Ji Haobo had a little scheme in mind. He was thinking about how to trick it into becoming his henchman and thug!

"Old Hu, come down quickly, I need to check on Biaozi. He's my future underling, he can't be allowed to get hurt."

Old Hu and Fatty Wang quickly slid down from the tree and came running over.

"Brother Bo, are you alright? I think I saw you were injured just now."

"We won't die, let's go check things out ahead."

Ji Haobo waved his hand, took the flashlight, and walked towards the source of the noise.

Fatty Wang followed behind, somewhat suspiciously, and said:

"Boss Bo, you said you want to take Biaozi as your underling? Do you think he'll agree to that?"

"Well, it all depends on human effort!"

Ji Haobo shrugged indifferently. As the three of them cautiously approached, they discovered that the battle here was quite violent.

The Yin cavalry general wielded his long spiked club with great force;

The surrounding trees suffered greatly; any tree that was hit, even one as thick as a manhole, was broken in two.

However, Biaozi is no ordinary person either, daring to take the hit head-on with his claws. It seems that the black aura swirling around him is also quite formidable.

At this moment, the horse under the Yin cavalry general's seat was gone, and Biaozi's leg was also slightly stiff, clearly indicating that he was injured.

"Old Hu, you use the flashlight's ultraviolet light to focus on that guy, I'm going to sneak up on him and give him a good whack."

Ji Haobo then circled around the perimeter of the battle between the two sides, when Lao Hu shot the purple beam of light onto that general;

Its frenzied movements paused, and Biaozi immediately lashed out with a claw. Although the guy blocked it with his spiked club, it was still sent flying backward by the terrifying force.

Ji Haobo, who was walking nearby, flashed a cold light in his eyes, took a step forward, and slashed at its back with his long sword.

“Zheng…”

Good heavens, this general is truly remarkable. Even when he is unsteady on his feet, he uses his spiked club to brace himself against the ground.

Not only did he block Ji Haobo's long sword, but he also stopped his movement and kicked out violently through the air.

This move was somewhat unexpected for Ji Haobo, but he was not someone to be trifled with;

He sneered inwardly. "Dare to play the rabbit kicking the eagle trick with me? Do you think you're Sun Wukong?"

Ji Haobo took a step, his figure changed, and he appeared to the side, slashing out with his long sword once again.

Sure enough, after several hasty responses, the general had exhausted his momentum. Although he managed to dodge to the side at the last moment by using his spiked club as a fulcrum.

But Ji Haobo followed suit, stepping forward and raising his long sword to his waist.

“Zheng…”

The metal armor emitted a dull thud, and although it blocked the longsword, it still emitted a cloud of soot.

Ultimately, the armor didn't decay because of the yin energy.

Therefore, it can block physical attacks, but it is afraid of the yang energy contained in the blood on the blade.

After landing a successful blow, Ji Haobo did not press his advantage to continue attacking. Instead, he loosened his clenched fist with his left hand, flicked out a spray of blood, and quickly retreated to the side.

He had no choice; that last strike had already evaporated the blood on the knife.

In addition, this kind of monster cannot be touched, otherwise it wouldn't just be a little blood being flung out, but it would chase after you and strike you with a palm.

The general had barely touched the ground and regained his footing when he was splattered with drops of blood.

This lack of martial ethics is like a fight where one side suddenly spits; who can dodge that?

The general who was hit immediately experienced a violent reaction on his armor. Not only did a lot of smoke rise up, but old rust also appeared where the blood droplets had come into contact with him.

Then another beam of purple light shone on it, and the faint smoke turned into black mist.

The general hurriedly dodged, but Biaozi took advantage of his confusion and pounced with a claw.

Its large, fan-shaped feet, along with sharp claws over twenty centimeters long, slammed heavily into its body with terrifying power, enveloped in swirling black mist.

"boom…"

The armor, which already showed signs of decay, could not withstand the force, and a large number of fragments exploded and scattered.

The general's body was also sent flying backward, crashing into a sizable tree before coming to a stop.

The numerous tree branches blocked Biaozi's advance as he prepared to continue his attack, and also concealed the general's figure.

"Brother Bo, is that guy dead?"

Fatty Wang scurried over to Ji Haobo and looked at the pile of branches.

"Probably not. You better stay away. That thing is much more powerful than the ghost from last night. You'd be dead if you touched it."

Ji Haobo shook his head solemnly and smeared the blood from his left hand all over the long sword.

Now is the final moment. We not only need to guard against their dying outburst, but also prepare to snatch the kill and prevent Biaozi from ruining everything.

To be honest, he hadn't researched whether he would get any points for drawing cards if someone else killed him.

Last night was too chaotic. Lao Hu and the others killed two ghosts, and Ji Haobo didn't have time to pay attention to anything else.

Just as Sang Biao was becoming increasingly impatient, a tall, ethereal figure emerged from the tree branches and hurled a punch at Ji Haobo with considerable speed.

"Damn it, they're ignoring the big guy, do they think I'm an easy target?"

Ji Haobo cursed loudly, twisted his waist to dodge, and slashed out with the long knife in his hand as he moved.

"Hiss..."

The phantom was slashed by the longsword, leaving behind smoky marks, but it ignored them and threw another punch.

Ji Haobo quickly retreated, using his longsword to block the incoming fist. Now the situation had reversed, and neither side could touch the other.

The moment the longsword and the fist clashed, the yin energy evaporated the blood, while the yang energy within the blood also injured the general.

After exchanging a single blow, Ji Haobo repeated his old trick, this time spitting out blood from his left hand and taking a few steps back.

Blood droplets fell in scattered drops. Although the general tried his best to dodge, some still landed on him. Just then, Old Hu shone the purple beam of light over.

"what…"

A sinister scream, filled with pain and hoarseness, rang out. Ji Haobo's bloodied left hand slashed across the blade, and his body trembled as he slashed out with the long sword.

"Hiss..."

The general's illusory figure, with his arms crossed to block, was instantly severed amidst billowing thick smoke;

A blood-soaked hand pierced through and struck its head, instantly turning the phantom into a wisp of smoke and slowly disappearing.

"Huff...huff, you fat bastard, come over here and help me up."

Ji Haobo had lost a lot of blood tonight and was already somewhat weak, plus the last blow he just delivered;

My left hand and half of my body were numb, and my legs went weak, almost causing me to lose my balance.

Fortunately, Fatty Wang heard the shouts and rushed over to help him up.