Chapter 358: Ten Thousand Ghosts Devour Dragon! Black Snow, Charred Characters!

No one responded.

The group's eyes bounced back and forth between Su Ming and the little girl twice.

Shu Chong instinctively stepped back half a step, then abruptly halted.

Zha Yao opened his mouth, but didn't utter a single word.

"Hoo—"

It was Lao Gou who first sighed, rubbing his face.

"There's something below, eating something else?"

If that's really the case.

The setup that could pull the entire Lishan into a living Corpse Furnace means the thing underneath is definitely apocalyptic!

Yet from this little girl's mouth…

It sounds as nonchalant as a big fish eating a small fish.

The ignorant are fearless?

Or perhaps…

The strange, sinister aura on this little girl is itself a trump card?

"Ten Thousand Ghosts Devour Dragon…"

The slightly plump Tu Bo Shu crouched on the ground, eyes glazed, muttering nonstop.

"Exactly! It's pretty much as recorded!"

"The Nine Dragons Gather Qi outside was turned into nine pump machines; it wasn't for the Corpse Furnace at all."

"It's to supply energy to the monster below that is eating."

Saying that, he jerked his head up to look at Su Ming, his voice hoarse.

"Mr. Su, I have a hypothesis…"

"The one being eaten… might actually be that ancient emperor!"

Su Ming stayed crouched, his hand resting on Zhao Xinghe's shoulder.

The passages from that book in his dream surged forth.

He hadn't expected a chubby man from a tomb‑raiding colonel background.

To actually deduce this far using fengshui theory.

This group truly has some skill.

However.

In that dream book, it clearly wrote "The Dragon Eater Will Awaken".

"Will awaken."

Which means it hasn't awakened yet.

But Zhao Xinghe's description just now—

"Eating, eating with great force."

It's not that it has awakened.

It's already opened its eyes and moved its chopsticks.

"Girl."

Su Ming's voice was pressed low.

"That big thing… can you sense its exact direction?"

Zhao Xinghe closed his eyes, then opened them a moment later, shaking his head.

"Can't…"

"That just now felt like a very short dream."

"When the dream woke, it vanished."

Su Ming nodded, standing up.

No time to linger.

"How far do we still have to go, roughly?"

"Mr. Su, another two kilometers!"

"Our current position should already be on the edge of the core burial mound of the First Emperor's Tomb!"

"Then hurry, my ticket…"

"Should be about to expire!"

Su Ming spread his palm.

In his palm, the Bronze Fragment glowed a blinding red.

Its originally simple pattern now had three or four fine cracks.

Like someone who has strained his life holding a doorframe, his arm began to cramp.

Danger!

Su Ming clenched his five fingers, pocketing the fragment.

His expression unchanged.

But his steps quickened by half a beat.

The others dared not speak further, continuing onward.

Nine and a half kilometers.

The Bronze Fragment burst another set of cracks.

This time, Su Ming felt it in his palm.

Not heat, but shaking!

The fragment, frantically offsetting the erosion of the surrounding laws.

It was about to be overdrawn and scrapped.

At the same time, the dark red patterns on the sole that had been repelled.

The distance shrank from twenty-one meters to eighteen meters.

Fifteen meters.

Twelve meters.

Approaching.

Su Ming lowered his head and glanced at the fragment.

The verdigris on it had almost completely peeled off.

The exposed base color was not metallic.

But bone-white.

Like a finger bone that had dried for two thousand years.

How much longer can it hold?

The answer was written in his palm.

Crack—!

A crisp sound, exceptionally clear.

The entire venue fell silent!

Only to see a crack running from head to tail right through the middle of the fragment.

Then it split directly into two halves.

Su Ming's palm felt empty.

"Damn!"

The pressure enveloping his body was like having his coat ripped off in one grab.

A piercing chill surged from all directions.

The dark red patterns underfoot, like leeches that had smelled blood, frenziedly spread toward Su Ming's soles.

【Zhi He】 staggered, dropped to one knee, face deathly pale.

"Su, Su sir..."

【Lao Gou】 instantly drew his personal dagger and held it in front of him.

The other four likewise, on reflex, formed a defensive formation.

Is it useful?

Let's hope so...

This sudden resentment...

Terrifying beyond measure!

"Really troublesome."

At the front, Su Ming's expression was just as grim.

He stared at the fragment in his hand for a second.

Hey—!

【Soul Dagger】 was drawn.

Su Ming directly cut a bloody gash in his palm.

The next second, the blood seeped into the crack.

The bronze light flickered once, then dimmed.

It flickered twice, then dimmed again.

It worked.

But it wasn't enough!

Su Ming furrowed his brow, and the Soul Dagger decisively slashed a line across his left arm.

Crimson blood flowed down his wrist, every drop seeping into the cracks of the two fragments.

This time, on the bone-white surface of the fragment, an extremely faint dark tiger pattern emerged.

Roar—!

The tiger's roar exploded again.

But it was weaker than before by more than one level.

Like a tiger that had fought its whole life, its last breath poured into this roar.

Underfoot, the dark red patterns halted again.

They retreated a few meters.

Although they hadn't retreated far, they were firmly pinned to the outskirts.

"Su Sir, you..."

"Cut the nonsense."

"Hurry up and go!"

He himself hadn't expected that using blood to sustain life on a whim would actually work.

Like a drowning person clutching at the last straw.

Is it effective because of the 【Source Blood】, or for some other reason?

Is it Dad who's guiding?!

Regardless, it's ultimately not a long-term plan.

Fortunately—

The destination is already within reach.

Another moment passed.

The wind stopped.

To be precise, the air is still.

It was like a solid block of transparent gel.

The surrounding light grew dimmer, the gray haze overhead pressed extremely low, as if a hand could reach it.

"Be careful."

Suddenly, a piece of black debris drifted down from midair.

It landed on Su Ming's shoulder.

He reached out and pinched it.

"What is this?"

It's not snow, nor ash.

Its texture is brittle, thin enough to be translucent.

Su Ming rubbed it between two fingers, and the debris cracked open.

The 【Shu Chong】 behind him, sharp-eyed, stepped forward for a look, and his face changed abruptly.

"This is the ash from burned bamboo slips!"

"On it, there are the Qin dynasty's official seal script!"

No sooner had the words fallen than the sky turned dark.

Heavy snow filled the sky.

It's black snow!

Countless charred bamboo slip fragments, mixed with broken characters.

Like a grand funeral's paper money.

They fluttered down, pouring from the depths of the gray mist.

Each fragment that hits the ground emits an extremely faint sizzle.

It scorches the dark red blood threads on the ground into charred holes.

"Don't touch this black snow!"

【Lao Gou】 let out a low shout.

"It carries intense resentment!"

He saw with his own eyes a piece of black snow land on his tactical glove.

That flame-resistant glove actually melted a hole bit by bit!

The others immediately raised their special umbrellas, barely shielding their heads.

Su Ming didn't open an umbrella.

Those black snowflakes, when they fell to a point three feet above his head, struck an invisible dome.

Zhao Xinghe's Red Ling companion was silently doing the work of sweeping snow.

"Black snow? With writing on it?"

"What on earth is this..."

Su Ming's mind couldn't quite wrap around it.

Beside him, 【Shu Chong】's voice trembled as he pushed up his glasses.

"Snow? Bamboo slips from two thousand years ago?"

"Burned ash?"

His voice grew ever heavier, as if something were choking his throat.

"This... this is the burning of books and burying of scholars..."

"It's the remnants of the burning of books and burying of scholars!"