Tomb raiding: The awesome life that started from Ganggangyingzi

"Follow them, I want to see what they're up to!"

Ji Haobo frowned. He was curious whether these two kids were really just trying to escape the cycle of reincarnation, like in the story.

Following the faintly visible figures, the group passed through two passages and arrived at an iron gate.

Fatty Wang stepped forward, sized him up, and then whispered to himself:

"Brother Bo, those two kids seem to have gone inside, but this iron gate not only doesn't have a keyhole, but it also has a skull drawn on it. It doesn't look like a good place at all. Are we really going to go in?"

Ji Haobo ignored his furtive behavior and turned to look at Lao Hu and Yingzi.

"This is an airtight door, but the handle is missing. However, the skull is a warning sign; please put on your gas masks."

Although there was no poison gas in the story, only some coffins, Ji Haobo dared not take the risk;

He himself was fine, but his life was at stake, and the people around him couldn't withstand the strain.

Upon hearing this, the group's expressions changed, and they hurriedly took the gas masks and frantically put them on their heads.

Then Ji Haobo waved his hand, signaling them to move aside, and then slammed his palm on the iron gate, unleashing a violent burst of energy.

"Click"

The internal structure was instantly shattered, and the iron door began to make a hissing sound as it leaked air.

"Hiss..."

After about half a cup of tea's time, the leaking sound stopped, and the iron gate opened automatically.

Ji Haobo pushed the door open, and a chilling aura rushed out, disappearing after a few breaths.

Stepping inside, I glanced around and found that it was indeed similar to the scene in the story, with quite a few coffins placed there, though most of them were open.

Fatty Wang, who was standing at the entrance, was overjoyed to see so many coffins inside and rushed in. But upon closer inspection, he immediately burst into a tirade of curses:

"Holy crap, so many coffins! Those damn Japanese devils are utterly heartless! They stole all of Fatty's treasures!"

Undeterred, he went to check each one individually, but Ji Haobo and Lao Hu ignored him and walked straight to a red lacquered coffin.

Just as they were preparing to figure out how to open the coffin, Fatty Wang, who was searching everywhere, suddenly exclaimed in surprise.

"Holy crap, a ghost...kid, Master Bo, save me..."

Ji Haobo and the other two quickly turned to look, ignoring the scrambling Wang Pangzi.

Instead, he looked towards a corner of the room, where the silhouettes of a boy and a girl stood.

Unlike the ghostly figures encountered a few days ago, the two children's phantoms were more lifelike, and their eyes revealed fear as they looked at Ji Haobo.

They even showed unease in their gaze, their expressions almost like a child's restraint and nervousness when encountering strangers.

"Master Bo, it's a ghost...a ghost! Please take them away!"

Fatty Wang was wearing a gas mask and was howling in a muffled, ghostly voice.

"Snapped…"

Upon hearing his shrieking, Ji Haobo slapped him as a reward and scolded him irritably:

"Aren't you ashamed? 'If you're afraid of ghosts, don't go into tombs.' That's the first thing you must remember when you enter this line of work."

Fatty Wang awkwardly scratched the back of his head, then quickly nodded and stepped aside.

Old Hu was also very nervous about such legendary ghosts and monsters. After observing for a while, he slowly frowned.

"Master Bo, the spirits of these two children are different from those of the past few days. They seem to have all sorts of emotions, just like living people."

Ji Haobo naturally understood what Lao Hu was saying. He knew more information and was equally puzzled.

According to normal circumstances and various legends, the more tragic the death, the stronger the resentment.

These two children were given mercury while still alive, making their deaths the most gruesome.

If they turned into ghosts, they should be filled with resentment and be extremely fierce and vicious, not like two little quails.

Suddenly, a possibility occurred to him, and if that were the case, it would make sense.

"Old Hu, do you think it's possible that we've misunderstood their perceptions? These two children aren't ghosts, but spirits."

The ghosts we encountered a few days ago were formed from souls that had been corrupted.

But spirit and soul are two different things. To be precise, a living person is composed of spirit, soul, and body as a whole.

Therefore, they are spirits, and there should be both soul and body in that coffin.

After listening to his analysis, Old Hu had a flash of inspiration and chimed in:

"You mean these two children led us here because they wanted help dealing with the soul and body in the coffin, so that the spirit could be released?"

"Yes! That's what I think. Maybe there's some kind of bond or constraint between the spirit, soul, and body that's causing the spirit to be bound here."

In some legends, there's something called a "bound spirit," right? I guess they must be something similar.

Having lived two lives, Ji Haobo knows many legends, especially since the internet was so developed in his previous life that he could see all sorts of strange and unusual rumors.

Old Hu nodded; he had also heard of such things and agreed with Ji Haobo's speculation.

"So, what are you planning to do, Mr. Bo?"

"Of course, we'll open the coffin!"

Without thinking, Ji Haobo blurted out, then smiled and said:

"As a kind-hearted person, it's natural to want to help those two little ones, but you guys go outside and wait first."

Old Hu and the others didn't dawdle. They immediately ran to the door and peered inside, eager to see how Master Bo would vanquish the demons.

Inside the room, Ji Haobo walked around the coffin, though he didn't know what kind of wood it was made of;

But since the person inside was able to have a child buried with mercury, he must have come from a wealthy family.

After all, mercury was not cheap in ancient times, and ordinary families could not obtain it.

So overall, the materials should be pretty good. Plus, the coffin is not only painted red but also has a lot of patterns on the outside, so it might sell for a good price.

Since that's the case, he naturally can't forcefully open the coffin. After finding several places where coffin nails were placed, Ji Haobo exerted force in his hands.

The coffin nails immediately popped out. Although they were a little rusty, they felt cold to the touch. These things couldn't be thrown away; they might have to be packaged and sold with the coffin.

As the seven coffin nails were pulled out one by one, the entire coffin suddenly trembled, and a visible black aura, carrying a chilling coldness, spread out.

However, this mere chill had no effect on Ji Haobo. Just as he was about to move the coffin lid, it suddenly flew up and smashed towards him.

"Hey! You've got guts!"

Ji Haobo sneered, reached out and skillfully caught the coffin lid, then gently placed it aside.

His gaze then swept into the coffin, where he saw that the owner inside had become a skeleton, with many burial objects scattered around him.

There were also two lifelike statues of a boy and a girl buried with the deceased, which, due to the mercury, appeared incredibly realistic.

However, her small face was twisted and ferocious, and her dark pupils stared at him with venom.