Tomb raiding: Intercepting Yin Xinyue and building a family of immortals

Old Wu rubbed his arms and complained, "Sir, what you're saying is creepy!"

"You brat, always causing trouble, you don't know your place. You better remember this: whether in the mountains or in the graveyard, you must have a sense of reverence. Back in the day, your second and third uncles..."

Before Old Wu could finish speaking, Old Dog Wu and his second brother showed helpless expressions.

"Grandpa, you've said it eight hundred times already. Second Uncle and Third Uncle died in the Blood Corpse Tomb, but my father and I have been to many tombs and have never seen a Blood Corpse Tomb."

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No sooner had he finished speaking than Wu Jizong slapped his second son on the head and yelled, "How dare you talk to your grandpa like that!"

Su Chen's expression shifted, and he quickly interjected, "Grandpa, I've seen zongzi before. To be honest, I even saw a green zombie a while ago. But what does this Blood Corpse Tomb look like? Could you tell me about it?"

Old Wu paused in his act of sucking on the cigarette, and after a moment he exhaled a smoke ring.

"Young brother, you are a descendant of tomb raiders, so you are naturally not afraid of zombies. However, the Blood Corpse Tomb is different from zombies; it is the most dangerous! If possible, it would be best if you never encountered it in your entire life."

As he spoke, Old Wu turned his head and shut his mouth, clearly not wanting to say more.

Black-backed Old Six hadn't said a word from beginning to end, but when he heard Old Wu mention the Blood Corpse Tomb, his expression changed slightly, and he suddenly spoke.

"I've heard of the Blood Corpse Tomb before!"

His words immediately piqued everyone's curiosity.

Especially Wu Laogou and his second brother.

The two of them are the third generation of the Wu family, and they are only fifteen or sixteen years old. Although they have also gone down into the tomb, they are still inexperienced.

Old Wu used to say that two of his brothers had died in the Blood Corpse Tomb.

But they refused to reveal any further details.

Old Dog Wu hurriedly asked, "What exactly does the Blood Corpse Tomb look like? Why does everyone say it's terrifying?"

Black-backed Old Six paused for a moment, his eyes looking at the roof beam, a hint of reminiscence on his face.

"That all happened more than 20 years ago. I was only seven years old then, and I practiced swordsmanship with my master every day."

“I remember that the snow was very heavy that winter. My master brought a man to our house, saying he was his junior brother and that I should call him Uncle-Master. Uncle-Master stayed at my master's house for more than a month until someone came looking for him!”

"Later I learned that my uncle did not join the Small Knife Society, but went to the north and joined the Mud Society."

"Muddy Club!?"

Upon hearing the words "Muddy will," Old Wu paused in his work, surprised!

"Grandpa, do you know about the Mud Society?" Su Chen asked curiously.

Old Wu nodded and explained quietly, "I heard of it when I was young, but I never imagined that there was a Mud Society in the martial arts world. I haven't heard of this name for decades."

The term "batou" is usually used to describe the leader of a trade.

If Old Master Wu didn't have a certain amount of experience and knowledge, how could he gain the trust of the people in the Nine Gates?

Su Chen understood that the old man Wu in front of him was a living encyclopedia of tomb raiding!

Perhaps he wasn't that skilled, but he had a wide range of knowledge about the rules and taboos of tomb raiding.

Old Wu took two deep drags on his pipe and began to speak slowly.

"The Mud Society is a tomb-raiding organization in the north. They are usually a group of bearded people who gather in the mountains. They dig up tombs if there are any, and rob people if there are none. In addition, their strange clothes and appearance make them look very sinister, hence the nickname Mud Society."

"But during the late Qing Dynasty, the crackdown on the Mud Society was very severe. So we rarely saw them out and about."

Wu Jizong was also hearing the old man talk about these secrets of the martial arts world for the first time, and he listened with great interest.

At this moment, Black-backed Old Six bowed to the old man before continuing his speech.

“My uncle said he had a big deal and wanted to do it with my master. My master didn’t agree, so my uncle left alone. About four or five days later, late that night, my uncle returned. But his face was covered in blood, and one of his arms had been torn off. What was even more frightening was that his skin was starting to peel off.”

"My master wanted to find a doctor, but my uncle stopped him, saying that he shouldn't have gone to the Blood Corpse Tomb, that he was going to die, and that my master should give him a quick death. Then, the next night, blood corpses came out of the town and hurt people."

My master and the other swordsmen in town paid the price of more than a dozen lives to eliminate the blood corpse. They also discovered that the blood corpse that had attacked them was my uncle's companion.

At this point, a rare hint of sadness appeared in Blackback Six's eyes.

Perhaps this uncle had treated Blackback Six well back then, which was one of the few bright spots in his life.

Old Wu exhaled a long smoke ring and said in a low voice, "Being able to deal with the blood zombies is actually a good thing, thanks to the Guanshan Swordsmen. If this had happened anywhere else, it wouldn't have stopped until at least a few hundred people had died."

"Sir, what exactly is a blood corpse?"

Old Wu shook his head and said, "How would I know what a blood corpse is! If I had seen one, would you still be here?"

Upon hearing this, Old Dog Wu shrugged and shrank back.

Ultimately, the Blood Corpse Tomb is just a legend.

When Wu Laobatou's two brothers were found, they only had one arm left.

No one knows what happened to them, what the blood corpse looks like, or where it went.

Dang Dang Dang!

Just as everyone was still engrossed in the two stories, Old Wu suddenly tapped the dusty wooden table with his pipe.

"Alright, you've rested enough, let's set off!"

Without a word, the group got up, quickly tidied up, hid the oxcart behind the inn, and then walked into the mountains.

The decline of the mountain road to Biaoziling has both advantages and disadvantages.

The advantage, of course, is that there are few people around, so there's no need to worry about things being leaked.

The downside is that the original mountain path was overgrown with weeds and needed to be rebuilt.

This also caused the team to move very slowly. What should have been a two-hour journey took them almost dark before they arrived.

Old Wu looked up at the increasingly dark sky and shook his head, saying, "We can't go any further. Walking in the mountains at night is a nightmare, even if you don't die."

As he spoke, he tapped Wu Jizong with his pipe and gave him an instruction.

"Let's find a place to camp."

"Okay."

Wu Jizong agreed and then led his second son into the bushes.

A short while later, Su Chen and the others heard Wu Jizong's voice.

When they went over, they found that Wu Jizong had found a cave.

The cave was covered with a thick layer of vines, which could easily be overlooked if one was not paying attention.

Su Chen was surprised. "Wow, your eyesight is that sharp?"

Old Wu laughed heartily and said proudly, "My father doesn't rely on his eyesight; this is his unique skill!"

Unexpectedly, Wu Jizong glared at Wu Laogou and scolded, "You tell everyone everything! How did I teach you at home?"

Seeing his son scolding his grandson again, Old Wu couldn't stand it anymore and shook his head, saying, "Alright, so what if the nickname isn't nice? What's there to be embarrassed about? Besides, we're on the same side now, it's fine to tell the young man."

After saying that, Old Wu turned to look at Su Chen and explained with a smile, "The cave is very damp, and most people can't smell it, but Ji Zong can. In Changsha City, everyone calls him Wu the Dog Nose."

Upon hearing this, Su Chen couldn't help but chuckle.

It wasn't because of their nicknames, but because Wu Jizong and his son, Wu Laogou, were complete opposites.

Something happened at the Blood Corpse Tomb in Biaozi Ridge. Although Wu Laogou survived, he developed a problem with his nose and almost lost his sense of smell.

Later, he adopted a small Tibetan dog named San Cun Ding, to sniff out scents in his place.

Wu Laogou's nickname came from this.