Chapter 2

"Once he thought that something really big might happen this time, his head got hot, and he wanted to risk everything to save his second brother and his father."

"But just as he turned his head, he suddenly saw something blood-red crouching in the reed marsh behind him, seemingly staring straight at him!"

"The Old Changsha Wu family is a family of tomb raiders, so of course the third brother knew how to handle this situation."

"He had seen many bizarre things and knew that anything could happen underground!"

"The most important thing is not to make a fuss, but to adapt to the situation!"

At this moment, the people listening to the story below couldn't help but nod.

Anyone who has actually been into a tomb, even if it was just a small, non-dangerous ancient tomb,

has inevitably encountered strange and bizarre things. At such times, a calm head can double one's chances of survival.

Zhang Lin picked up his teacup and took a sip of tea.

Taking advantage of this gap, someone couldn't help but raise their hand and guess loudly.

"Mr. Zhang, did that old master of the Wu family eventually succeed in going back to rescue his father and brother?"

Hearing the inquiry, others also chimed in one after another.

"He should have succeeded, right? Otherwise, wouldn't the whole family be almost wiped out right from the start?"

"It's obvious that Mr. Zhang's story starts from many years ago. Although this old master of the Wu family has status, he is still an inexperienced archaeology novice right now. I think the probability of his success is very small."

"If he didn't succeed, then the Wu family of the Lower Three Gates would have suffered a huge loss!"

Zhang Lin finished his tea but did not answer everyone's questions.

Instead, he continued to tell the story!

"This third brother relied on having a gun, thinking that even if some powerful thing came, he wouldn't have to be afraid if he just shredded it with a burst of bullets."

"Having prepared himself mentally, he composed his mind and did not retreat, but instead stepped toward that thing step by step."

"A 'dirt-box' pistol was already gripped in his hand; as soon as that blood-red thing made any move, he would give it a face full of lead first."

"The blood-red thing was crouching in the grass, completely motionless. When the third brother walked within three steps and looked closely, he suddenly felt his scalp tingle and his stomach churn, because it was clearly a person!"

Hearing this, the people listening to the story below let out a buzzing sound of discussion.

A person, turned into a blood-red appearance?

What exactly had they experienced?

At this time, two young men sitting in a small private box on the second floor were also listening with great interest!

One of them, a sturdy fatty, whispered: "Tianzhen, how is this Old Changsha Wu family he's talking about so similar to your family?"

Wu Tianzhen was also confused at this moment!

Their old Wu family did indeed have some influence in Old Changsha and could be considered to have a solid family foundation.

But he had never heard of anyone in the older generation who went underground to raid tombs.

Wu Tianzhen's uncles were all the type who were elusive and didn't come home a few times a year.

He heard from his grandfather that they were all out doing business!

In the past, Wu Tianzhen didn't care what business his family did.

But now, hearing Zhang Lin's storytelling, Wu Tianzhen suddenly felt, why does this sound so familiar?

Today's storytelling session was only attended because his college classmate Wang Pangzi insisted on dragging him here.

He originally thought it was just another story of old, stale news, but he didn't expect such a big surprise!

Seeing Wu Tianzhen dazed, the fatty leaned over and whispered: "Don't think about it. This Mr. Zhang tells it so vividly; it's clearly an artistic creation."

"He's definitely not talking about your Wu family's affairs. Besides, if your Wu family really belonged to the Lower Three Gates of the Nine Gates, wouldn't your grandfather have told you about it?"

Wu Tianzhen gave a bitter smile.

If this were really the case, his grandfather might not necessarily have told him!

However, just listening to the opening of Zhang Lin's story, Wu Tianzhen felt his blood boiling.

It was as if something in his bones had been awakened!

He wished he were the protagonist raiding the tomb, experiencing such a thrilling and exciting life.

He turned his head to look at the glowing-faced Wang Pangzi and smiled slightly.

Having been classmates for three years, he knew Wang Pangzi's character best!

He was the type who couldn't move his feet when he saw money!

For three years, he had been constantly lobbying Tianzhen to go underground for archaeology together.

He said that many people had become rich overnight because of their contributions to archaeological discoveries and were rewarded by the state!

Wang Pangzi was also having such beautiful dreams.

So this person came to listen to the story with impure motives; he was purely here with the attitude of learning!

…….

"After discovering that the blood-red figure was actually a person, the old master of the Wu family bit his lower lip and pulled out the long saber at his waist, wanting to stab the thing!"

"But before he could bend down, the monster suddenly arched its body and pounced over!"

"The third brother saw a flash of red light before his eyes; it was too late to dodge."

"In the blink of an eye, his feet slipped, and he fell backward with the momentum."

"At the same time, a burst of bullets from the box pistol hit the thing's chest at close range. The thing was instantly sprayed with blood and took several steps back before falling into the grass."

"The third brother also rolled with the momentum, then immediately jumped up, turned back, and pulled the trigger at the thing's head."

"Who would have thought, there was a 'click' sound, and the box pistol had jammed!"

Zhang Lin reached the critical point, and the crowd was extremely nervous.

Wang Pangzi even slapped the table and said: "Fuck! What kind of garbage weapon is this! Tianzhen, let me tell you, if we go underground, we absolutely cannot be tricked by these shoddy products!"

Wu Tianzhen stared at Zhang Lin with a nervous face; he was very curious about the old master of the Wu family's actions in this story.

At this moment, Zhang Lin continued: "The third brother watched the blood-red thing twist and flip itself up. He cursed inwardly, and the reckless energy he had just now was gone."

"He swung his arm and threw the gun over, not caring whether he hit it or not, and turned to run."

"Once a person loses their nerve, even eight horses can't pull them back, so this time he didn't even dare to look back."

"He spotted a big tree in front and ran toward it, thinking that no matter what, that monster couldn't climb a tree, so he would go up the tree to hide first!"

"But sometimes that's just how it is; when a person is unlucky, they get their teeth stuck even drinking cold water."

"Suddenly, this old master of the Wu family tripped over his own feet and fell face-first, his whole face hitting a tree stump, and suddenly his nose and mouth were full of blood."

"This fall was really bad, and the old master of the Wu family suddenly felt dizzy."

"He gritted his teeth and wanted to stand up, but found that his whole hand had no strength. At this moment, the sound of wind rose behind him. He looked back and saw that the monster was already within a few steps. This was the King of Hell coming to call his name!"

By the time he reached this point, almost everyone listening to the story was holding their breath, not daring to move.

Even the young lady walking around the Sanqing Garden adding tea and melon seeds stood there motionless, staring at Zhang Lin.

She was afraid of missing any exciting scene!

Zhang Lin didn't care about the crowd's reaction and continued: "This old master of the Wu family was also quite clear-headed; he knew he couldn't escape this time, so he simply lay on the ground and didn't move."

"In an instant, the monster pounced on his back and stepped down hard."

"The old master of the Wu family immediately felt a sweetness in his throat, and his bile was stepped out of him."

"At the same time, an intense itch came from his back, and his vision immediately became blurry."

"There was no need to think; he had been poisoned, and the poison was extremely fierce!"

Zhang Lin spoke of the danger, and in the small private box on the east side of the second floor, there was an old woman with white hair, accompanied by a pretty-looking girl, who was also listening to the story.

When she heard this, the girl said: "Grandma, is this really the story of the old master of the Wu family?"

The old woman sneered and said: "Whether it is or not, I don't know. That Wu Laogou has a very hard mouth."

"Listen to this story, look at his cowardly appearance; even if it were true, would he be able to tell us?"

The girl curled her lips and didn't speak.

Her grandmother's words clearly showed prejudice against the old master of the Wu family!

The old master of the Wu family in the story was very young. At that time, meeting such a terrifying blood corpse, it was already very rare to have the courage to hold a gun and fight back.

But her grandmother only remembered the part where he lay down waiting to die!

And she observed the old lady's expression while listening to the story; it was curiosity mixed with disdain.

Especially, she had a big opinion of this old master of the Wu family!

This made the girl feel a little puzzled: could it be that this old master of the Wu family had offended her grandmother in the past?

After thinking for a while, the girl asked again: "Grandma, this person speaks so vividly, as if he had seen it with his own eyes."

"I really don't know where this person came from. Do you think he really knows all the secrets of the Nine Gates?"