Tomb raiding: The awesome life that started from Ganggangyingzi

"Hey! That little Japanese devil is dead and still trying to scam people. He's truly a bastard."

The reason Ji Haobo didn't touch the katana at first was because he sensed a hidden aura emanating from it.

Now he wanted to see what tricks a mere bastard could pull.

As his hand reached for the katana, the instant it touched it, a dense aura of yin energy suddenly erupted from the skeleton, accompanied by a faint roar.

"kill…"

The yin energy then transformed into a blade of light, slashing towards Ji Haobo with lightning speed.

"court death…"

Facing the flash of the blade, Ji Haobo sneered. He instantly understood that this was the master of the skeleton, using the strange power of the katana to create this strike.

His left hand erupted with energy, distorting the air and grabbing at the blade with even greater speed;

The moment they made contact, their qi and blood vibrated at a high frequency, creating visible ripples in the air, and the blade light crumbled upon contact.

It dispersed back into yin energy, revealing a blurry human figure, but in the blink of an eye, it was evaporated by the yang energy contained within its blood and qi.

"what!"

After a faint scream, the shack fell silent again.

"What utter nonsense! A mere ghost dares to try and cause trouble? You'd be lucky to escape with your soul scattered."

Ji Haobo sneered disdainfully, but secretly admired the little Japanese soldier for his courage in committing seppuku.

He then picked up the katana to examine it. The katana was about one meter long, with a blade as bright as a mirror. It was about eighty centimeters long, and it was clearly not the Zuo Guan katana from the story.

When he casually swung it twice, the kneeling skeleton broke in two. The bone cuts were smooth and there was no resistance; it was indeed exceptionally sharp.

He then tried to attach his qi and blood to it and was surprised to find that the sword could actually condense 70% of the qi and blood without dissipating, which was much stronger than the willow-shaped ring-pommel sword.

Now Ji Haobo was curious about the origin of the knife. Generally speaking, it was kept by Xiao Rizi.

Any sword or blade with any real power has a legendary tale associated with it, adding to its mystique.

The knife had no markings or writing on it, and the scabbard on the ground was rotten and decayed.

So Ji Haobo rummaged through the skeleton and found a small diary.

However, he didn't have time to check now. He had been out for so long, so he should go back first to avoid any accidents involving Lao Hu and the others.

On the way back to camp, he casually chopped down a dead tree with his katana.

It broke in one stroke, which gave Ji Haobo a new understanding of the knife's sharpness.

While dragging the withered tree, he remembered something and quickly checked the panel, only to find that he only had 700 gacha points.

In other words, apart from the fifty draw points contributed by the ghost, the katana hair didn't contribute anything.

This is a bit strange; why does the willow-shaped sword have a ring pommel, and why does the general's spiked club have one?

But this obviously better katana doesn't exist. What kind of pattern is this?

Ji Haobo thought for a while and had a vague guess in his mind. He just had to see if it could be confirmed in the next tomb.

Then I saw that to turn this sword into a card, it would require 2,000 gacha points.

Now he is very curious about what the use of this card-making is. It can't just be turned into cards, right?

That would be too lame. It's a pity we don't have enough gacha points right now, otherwise I would immediately try to turn the katana into a card.

As for that willow-shaped ring-pommel sword, it's alright, but it's somewhat of a gimmick. Its quality can only be described as excellent, and it can't compare to famous swords and blades at all.

If it were to be made into a card, it would probably be the lowest tier among the Black Iron cards, making it completely uneconomical to spend 500 draw points.

After several card draws, Ji Haobo had already figured out that each level of card also had different levels of quality.

For example, among the Black Iron Cards, the Magic Cards might be the best quality in their category, while the others vary in quality.

When Ji Haobo returned to the camp, Lao Hu and the others had been eagerly waiting for him. Seeing him appear, they all felt a sense of relief.

"Hey? Bo, where did you get that Japanese knife? It looks really sharp!"

When Fatty Wang saw the katana in his hand, his eyes lit up, his eager gaze as if he were looking at a stunningly beautiful woman.

Not only him, but Old Hu next to him was almost drooling too;

To think that a dignified Company Commander like him would still be wielding a wood-chopping knife is truly beneath him.

"We just found the remains of some Japanese soldiers over there. This knife was used by one of them to commit seppuku, so don't even think about getting it."

Judging from their expressions, Ji Haobo knew exactly what the two guys were thinking.

"These aren't ordinary knives; you might not be able to handle them properly and could end up losing an arm or a leg. But these two things are safe to hold."

Old Hu and Fatty Wang were somewhat disappointed upon hearing this, and their faces fell as they looked at the pig's hoof in their hands.

"This... these damn Japanese devils are colleagues! Could that fortress be a cover, and they're actually tomb raiding?"

Wang Pangzi's cursing and swearing stirred something in Old Hu's heart, and he clapped his hands excitedly:

"Hey! You fatso, you finally said something useful! Whether the Japanese fortress is real or not, as long as we find it, we'll profit."

Upon hearing this, Fatty Wang realized what was happening, his eyes lit up, and he nodded excitedly.

"That's right, that's right! The fortress is the real place where we loot, it's just a cover. There might be more treasure down there, hehehe..."

Seeing that the two guys were already daydreaming before anything was even going to happen, Ji Haobo couldn't help but feel annoyed.

"Alright, alright! Hurry up and chop some wood to start a fire."

Too lazy to explain that the black hoof was left behind by tomb raiders and not their own, he put away the katana and took out his diary to read it.

Although Hirohiro Hime has never studied Japanese, he can still recognize most of it.

After flipping through the diary from beginning to end, his face turned ugly, and he felt a surge of anger.

Ji Haobo already knew the origin of the katana; it was the very famous "Dojigiri Yasutsuna".

However, what made him grim was the record in the diary, and why that person had committed seppuku.

"Brother Bo, what's written in that notebook? You seem really angry?"

Yingzi sat down beside him and gently tugged at his hand. Old Hu and the others, who were chopping wood, also came over curiously.

"There isn't much useful information on this; it's just the daily life of a guy named Sasaki Ukyo."

But he mentioned that the biological weapons experiments conducted in that fortress failed, and some of the creatures broke out of their cells and killed most of the Japanese soldiers.

The man escaped with severe injuries, but he was near death and could only commit seppuku to atone for his sins.

What Ji Haobo didn't mention was that the notebook also contained information about human experiments.

"Holy crap, biological weapons? Just hearing that name tells you it's utterly heinous. I wonder if they're conducting bacterial or poison gas experiments here, otherwise that would be terrifying."

Fatty Wang felt a tightness in his anus, and his face turned pale as he shuddered.

Old Hu shook his head and analyzed the situation clearly:

"That shouldn't be the case. Generally, high-risk experiments are conducted separately."

Otherwise, if one project goes wrong, it will affect the rest, and the losses would be too great.