Chapter 197: Expeditionary Army

Meng Yifan and Jiang Hailong entered first, followed by Abe Seimei and Oyama Masutatsu, then Shawang Suxi and Lansangkun, and finally Carlisle and Guishou.

Meng Yifan chose to enter first because he had a Space Ring; if there were truly treasures in the Ancient Tomb, he could be the first to store them in the Space Ring, allowing him to take the treasures out without anyone knowing.

As for the mysterious person potentially attempting to seize his body for rebirth, Meng Yifan was not afraid, because he had the Game Panel; Meng Yifan still did not know what level of treasure the Game Panel belonged to, but he did know that the Game Panel had a special function: the host who possessed the Game Panel could not be possessed by a Yin Soul.

Back in the Great Wu Heavenly Dynasty, that powerful Yin Soul who called himself Jiuyin Laozu had tried to possess Meng Yifan, but ended up being devoured by the Game Panel, turning into nourishment for the Game Panel's upgrade.

If the mysterious person in this Ancient Tomb also wanted to possess Meng Yifan, then he would very likely also be devoured by the Game Panel; it was unknown whether the Game Panel would develop new functions after devouring this mysterious person.

Thinking of this, Meng Yifan was somewhat impatient to go in and see this mysterious person.

The interior of the tomb was dim and murky, with Yin Qi like fog shrouding all directions; the sounds of Ghost Crying Wolf Howling were incessant, as if it were a netherworld.

On the ceiling of the cave, at intervals, there were some night-luminescent pearls emitting a faint blue light, giving the tomb a dim glow; with Meng Yifan's eyesight, he could only barely see things within eight meters.

Deep in the Yin fog, tiny specks of purple Ghost Fire floated in the air, as if evil ghosts were hiding deep within the fog, ready to jump out at any moment to choose someone to devour.

"Child, come here, walk forward..." that strange voice rang out in Meng Yifan's mind once again; at the same time, the thick Yin fog around them parted to both sides, revealing a three-foot-wide passage, as if guiding Meng Yifan to walk forward.

On both sides of the passage, some floating Ghost Fire in the Yin fog revealed their forms; they were actually the eyes of Zombies.

These Zombies were wearing the uniforms of the Expeditionary Army, and their bodies were riddled with holes; they must have experienced intense battles.

At this moment, the muscles on their faces were very stiff, and some faces were twisted, as if they were roaring loudly; they must have died on the road of a charge.

There was also a soldier with an expression of extreme pain remaining on his face, as if he had suffered immense agony at the moment of his death; his right leg had been blown off, and the fatal wound was a piece of shrapnel that had pierced his chest.

There were also soldiers with blue-purple faces, seemingly having died from poison; their faces were filled with longing for their families far away.

"How did the remains of the Expeditionary Army soldiers turn into Zombies? Was it done by that mysterious Immortal Cultivator? Why would he do this?" Meng Yifan thought thoughtfully, striding forward.

As Meng Yifan approached, those Expeditionary Army soldiers who had become Zombies actually stood up straight with stiff movements, raised their right hands, and gave a military salute; the flickering Ghost Fire stared at Meng Yifan, as if they were performing an eyes-right salute.

The soldiers were silent, standing like green pines, heads held high and chests out, as if accepting Meng Yifan's inspection.

"Yifan, what is this situation?" Jiang Hailong was dumbfounded; he had thought that entering the tomb would be full of danger, but he never expected that after entering, there would be so many Expeditionary Army Zombies respectfully saluting them; all of this left him completely baffled.

Meng Yifan also did not know why these Expeditionary Army soldiers would do this, but he felt respect, intimacy, and warmth from these soldiers, as if soldiers who had been fighting for many years in a foreign land had finally waited for their relatives from home.

"Swish!" Meng Yifan kept his upper body straight, raised his right hand quickly, fingers pressed together, middle finger slightly touching his temple, and returned a crisp, clean military salute.

He did not know if it was Meng Yifan's illusion, but as he saluted, the Ghost Fire in the eyes of those Zombies flickered constantly, as if they were extremely excited and had thousands of words to say to Meng Yifan, but unfortunately, they were already dead and could not say anything.

"Child, come in quickly, there is not much time left, I have very important things to entrust to you." The mysterious voice urged.

Meng Yifan no longer hesitated and led Jiang Hailong forward quickly; as the two passed through, the passage was once again shrouded by the Yin fog.

The Expeditionary Army soldiers returned to their respective positions, just as they always had, continuing to hold their combat posts and resist all invaders.

It took a long time to tell, but in reality, only a second or two had passed; after the figures of Meng Yifan and Jiang Hailong disappeared into the depths of the Yin fog, Abe Seimei and Oyama Masutatsu also appeared in the tomb.

"Eh! Why are Meng Yifan and the other one gone?" Abe Seimei looked at the surrounding environment with some confusion, and soon saw the Expeditionary Army Zombies in the Yin fog.

Abe Seimei was wearing Onmyoji clothing, while Oyama Masutatsu was wearing a Bushido training uniform; both types of clothing were very distinctive, indicating their identity as Japanese.

"Roar!"

"Roar!"

"Roar!" Seeing the Japanese enter, these former Expeditionary Army soldiers acted as if they had seen irreconcilable enemies; recalling the deep-seated hatred of the past, they let out bursts of roars and rushed forward regardless of their own safety, wanting to tear Abe Seimei and Oyama Masutatsu to pieces.

"Baka yaro!" Oyama Masutatsu stepped forward, True Qi surging on his body, his right fist like a cannonball leaving the barrel, smashing fiercely toward an Expeditionary Army Zombie.

"Bang!" Oyama Masutatsu's right fist hit as if it were striking a stone, emitting a dull, loud sound; the Expeditionary Army Zombie's chest caved in, three or four ribs broke, and his body was sent flying.

Such an injury would definitely be fatal if it were on a living person, but the Expeditionary Army Zombie did not care at all, rushing over to continue fighting Oyama Masutatsu, just as he had when he was alive.

Life is endless, the battle continues.

Swear to fight the Japanese invaders to the last moment.

"Oyama Masutatsu, they are all Zombies; only by smashing their heads can you completely eliminate them," Abe Seimei said.

Oyama Masutatsu understood, exhaled and shouted, his fist expanding by a large circle after being infused with True Qi, like a hammer, smashing fiercely toward the pouncing Expeditionary Army Zombie.

"Bang!" Oyama Masutatsu's fist hit the Expeditionary Army Zombie's head, but it made the sound of metal and stone colliding.

The Expeditionary Army Zombie's head suffered a heavy blow, his nose collapsed, and his facial bones shattered, but he still ignored it and went to bite Oyama Masutatsu's fist.

"Creak! Creak!" The Zombie's fangs were sharp, but Oyama Masutatsu's fist, infused with True Qi, was like steel and iron.

The fangs bit onto the fist like a sharp knife sliding across glass, emitting a harsh friction sound, but they could not bite through Oyama Masutatsu's protective True Qi.

"Go to hell!" Oyama Masutatsu withdrew his right fist, struck with his left, and hit the Expeditionary Army Zombie's face again.

"Crack!" The Expeditionary Army Zombie's fangs were smashed, his head was directly smashed open, and his body swayed a few times before finally falling to the ground.

Deep in the eyes of this Expeditionary Army Zombie, that cluster of Ghost Fire slowly dissipated; at the final moment, he seemed to recall many past events—relatives from his hometown, the tragic battles he had experienced, and the comrades who had lived and died with him; finally, there was also deep regret that he had not bitten the invading Japanese to death; he was very unwilling.