Tomb raiding: The awesome life that started from Ganggangyingzi

"Of course, I just wanted to see what changes would occur, otherwise I would have gone back to my grotto world to sleep long ago."

Ji Haobo smiled and nodded. Seeing the others looking over curiously, he put down the drum he was playing and continued:

"The feng shui of the King Xian's tomb is excellent, and the feng shui trees are of utmost importance. Someone must be buried here. Can you guess who it is?"

"Is that even a question? It must be the Prince Xian's wife."

After exchanging glances, Fatty Wang blurted out without thinking, but Old Hu frowned and shook his head in rebuttal.

"It shouldn't be. Although his wife has a noble status, she is still a woman. In ancient times, she wouldn't have been entrusted with such an important task."

That must be his son.

No sooner had Fatty Wang finished speaking than Yang Xueli immediately retorted:

"No, I guess it's the high priest Haobo was talking about. The tomb wasn't even finished then, and he was able to oversee its continued construction, which shows how much power he wielded."

"Xue Li is right. This guy, Xian Wang, is only interested in becoming an immortal. His wife and son are not important to him at all."

Only the high priest was a true confidant, but although he was loyal to the king, he also had his own agenda: he also wanted immortality.

Otherwise, why would King Xian value him so much? Why would he feel that even after his death, he could still guarantee that the construction of the great tomb would continue?

Ultimately, it all boils down to interests and shared goals. The tomb was built for King Xian, but wasn't it also built for himself?

Ji Haobo's analysis made everyone realize that this made sense.

Given King Xian's obsession with becoming an immortal, it was impossible for him to place his hopes on the loyalty of others, especially after his own death.

After all, people's hearts are the most unreliable thing since ancient times. Only common goals and common interests can maintain a relationship for a long time.

"Brother Bo, what kind of changes do you think might occur if there's a problem with this feng shui tree?"

Zhang Haixing now calls him "Brother Bo" very naturally, after all, she is not the real Zhang Haixing who is over a hundred years old.

After being overwhelmed by Ji Haobo's non-human output, she was completely conquered, both physically and mentally, and turned into a clingy little wildcat.

"It was probably an eruption of earth energy. So many people died here, and the gloom and malevolent aura is unimaginable."

If it were outside, it might have faded after a thousand or two thousand years, but here, due to the meteorite, it has formed a secret realm that is like a world of its own.

As a result, this negative energy cannot be released and is suppressed underground.

Now that the feng shui tree, which served as a protective barrier, has been destroyed, an eruption of earth energy is imminent. I estimate that something unexpected will definitely happen at midnight when yin and yang alternate.

As soon as Ji Haobo finished speaking, Fatty Wang's expression changed immediately, and he stood up hurriedly, saying:

"Since the earth's energy is about to erupt, let's get out of the way quickly, in case we get ignited by this fire..."

The group was startled by his sudden action, but after hearing what he said, they all glared at him with annoyance.

"Damn, you're really smart. Earth energy is just accumulated negative energy, not natural gas. You're worried about it exploding?"

As time passed, the chirping of insects in the pitch-black forest suddenly disappeared, replaced by a faint, eerie "coo-coo-coo" sound that trembled and was extremely sinister and chilling.

Fatty Wang was half-asleep loading bullets when the sound startled him so much that he dropped the magazine.

"What the hell? Wasn't it supposed to be an earthquake? Why is there this ghostly scream like a child crying?"

The people nearby were also quite startled by the sudden shout. Seeing this, Ji Haobo waved his hand speechlessly.

"Don't be alarmed, it's a eagle owl, a type of owl."

"Damn, it's an owl!"

Upon hearing this, Fatty Wang breathed a sigh of relief, but then suddenly lowered his voice nervously and said:

"That's not right! I heard back in the countryside that when an owl hoots, someone...someone dies!"

"Snapped…"

"Don't talk nonsense, you bastard! What dead person? Are you dead?"

Ji Haobo, annoyed, slapped the guy across the face and scolded him with a dark expression:

"These things must have sensed the Yin energy, or negative energy, which is why they gathered nearby."

"Uh...is...is that so?"

Fatty Wang covered the back of his head and scratched it sheepishly.

"How could it not be? If it could kill you the moment it barked, it would be so cunning, is it the King of Hell?"

Upon hearing this, the guy pursed his lips and muttered to himself:

"Why am I the one who's going to die? Could it be Old Hu?!"

"What the hell? Are you even human? Can't you wish me well for once?"

Just as the two silly people were chatting away, a gust of wind suddenly blew in from somewhere, though it wasn't strong, it carried a chilling coldness.

"coming!"

As soon as Ji Haobo finished speaking, and as the people around him were wondering what was going on, the ground suddenly trembled slightly.

Immediately, a creaking sound came from the darkness ahead, and the drone, under Ji Haobo's control, instantly projected light in that direction.

Everyone saw that a blackish-red gas was visible at the base of the banyan tree, and the surrounding soil was slowly bulging, as if some monster was about to emerge.

Along with the change came the hooting of owls, which became increasingly frequent and eerie with each "coo-coo-coo."

The scene was incredibly terrifying, making one feel as if their heart was being gripped by a hand.

"Gudong"

Fatty Wang swallowed hard, then lowered his head and asked in a trembling voice:

"Master Bo... what's going on? It looks like something's about to burst out of the ground. Could it be that the High Priest has turned into a zombie?"

"Look at you, you pathetic creature! So what if you're a rice dumpling? You're still not enough for me to slap you!"

Old Hu gave him a disdainful smirk before turning his head and whispering:

"Master Bo, I suspect there's something suppressing it down there, and it's being pushed up by the earth's energy."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fatty Wang, who had been looked down upon, looked at the two of them suspiciously.

"Wait a minute! Didn't you say the talisman was that big banyan tree, a symbol of good fortune?"

"It's true that banyan trees are used to suppress evil spirits, and Old Hu's guess was right. Originally, this banyan tree couldn't have been this big, so how could it suppress the feng shui of the Insect Valley?"

So there must have been something else suppressing it at first, and the banyan tree was planted later.

Because living things are better than dead things, as they grow, they not only suppress evil spirits, but their vigorous vitality can also ward off evil.

Ji Haobo knew what was breaking through the ground, which is why he made these guesses, and what followed proved his analysis correct.

As the soil loosened, the tree tilted more and more, and the supporting roots broke one by one, eventually causing it to collapse with a crash.

"Rumble"

The deafening sound echoed through the silent night, startling birds and beasts into fleeing in panic; the sound of flapping wings could be clearly heard in the air.

At the same time, countless branches and leaves were swept up by the fierce wind and flew everywhere. Coupled with the dense Yin energy, it surged out like smoke, completely blocking everyone's view.

Even Ji Haobo could only see a dark shadow, over ten meters tall, rising from the ground.