[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-grave-robbers-chronicles":3,"chapter-the-grave-robbers-chronicles-the-grave-robbers-chronicles-chapter-488":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","The Grave Robbers' Chronicles",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":20,"prevChapterSlug":21,"totalChapters":22,"novelImage":23},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":16,"volume":17,"translator":18,"content_hash":19},16345,44,"Chapter 488: Submachine Guns and Zombies","the-grave-robbers-chronicles-chapter-488",488,"\u003Cp>I yelled, raised the gun, and fired, but Fatty pressed down the barrel. All the bullets hit the ground with a deafening roar. The fur on the corpse below grew at an incredible speed. I looked at the corpse's face; its eye sockets suddenly caved in, its mouth opened wider, and green liquid oozed out along the black fur.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damn, it's turned into a zongzi!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We scrambled back several steps, and I cursed Fatty: \"You talk like you're farting! Can't you ever be accurate?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fatty said, \"I already admitted I was wrong. I've never seen a corpse resurrect like this. Damn, it's a model of perseverance despite disability in the zongzi world!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I asked him, \"Check that hundred-treasure bag—is there a black donkey's hoof or anything useful?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Damn! That bag's so small, do you think it could have something like that? Do you think there's such a thing as a Chihuahua donkey in this world?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I shone my flashlight on the corpse, and it had actually flipped over. I quickly moved the flashlight elsewhere, saying, \"Go get Little Brother over here, or at least get some of his blood!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fatty suddenly remembered something: \"I've got it, I've got it—no need to get it now, I have blood!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your blood is useless as hell!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's not my blood; it's Little Brother's blood. I asked him for it before.\" Fatty pulled something out of his pocket. I saw it was a sanitary napkin with some bloodstains.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You—\" I really wanted to bang my head against the wall. \"Where did you get that?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Once when Little Brother was injured, I secretly saved some. It's not easy to save this much,\" Fatty said. \"I tell you, leave it at home in the summer, and you don't even need to light mosquito coils.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Holy crap.\" I couldn't understand. Fatty said, \"Don't be so picky. Come on, let's show off today.\" He held the sanitary napkin toward the corpse and said, \"Lie down, put out your hands—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking down, there was only a puddle of green liquid on the ground; the corpse was nowhere to be seen. I shone the light around and was stunned—there was the corpse lying on a coffin nearby. \"He didn't understand correctly. Are you sure this is Little Brother's blood?\" I asked. \"Absolutely sure! I never cut corners on life-saving stuff,\" Fatty said. \"Wait—do you know that ancient people's pronunciation was different from modern? Try saying it in ancient dialect.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I don't know how,\" I said. \"When Little Brother intimidated that female corpse, he didn't say anything either!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fatty held the sanitary napkin and called out a few more times. Seeing no reaction from the corpse, he said, \"Could it be that Little Brother's blood only works on female corpses? Is this corpse a guy?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We immediately retreated a dozen\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>meters, afraid of being caught by him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fatty still held the sanitary napkin. The corpse still showed no fear at all. Veins bulged on Fatty's forehead. Suddenly he slapped the sanitary napkin directly onto the corpse's face, pulled the submachine gun from his back, and said to me, \"Damn it, that's unreliable. Let's us two play rough and finish him off in one shot!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I immediately followed him—just as the corpse quickly approached us a few steps, we both raised our submachine guns and fired directly at the corpse. Bullets like rain all struck the corpse, sending it tumbling more than a dozen somersaults and flipping behind the coffin. We immediately circled around and saw that the corpse was full of smoking holes. But the corpse rolled over and resumed crawling toward us.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I told you machine guns are useless against zombies—this gun's caliber is too small!\" Fatty fired a few bursts, slowing the corpse's advance. I saw that the corpse's hand had been broken off by our shots. \"Not necessarily!\" I said. \"Concentrate fire, let's blow its head off!\" As I spoke, Fatty and I pulled the triggers and chased the corpse, firing wildly. Countless bullets struck it. After emptying one magazine I swapped in another, and we didn't stop until the corpse's head was completely shattered and it stopped moving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Green liquid flowed everywhere, covering the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fatty and I waited by the corpse for a long time. Only after confirming it wasn't moving did we high-five to celebrate. Fatty said, \"Damn, I've discovered that each of us having a firearm is much more effective than Little Brother!\" \"Don't say that. After all, Little Brother has more ammunition than we do,\" I said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fatty pointed at the coffin and asked if I still wanted to look. I shook my head and said to Fatty, \"From now on, I'm not opening anything.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't that I didn't want to—actually, I was still very curious about what was carved on the inner side of the coffin lid, but I really didn't have the energy to deal with more unexpected situations. I had just agreed to Fatty on a whim, and deep down I was still quite uneasy. Clearly, our constitutions were absolutely unsuitable for this line of work—one of us will inevitably urge me\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>to open coffins, and the other will inevitably encounter a zongzi every time a coffin is opened. I think from now on I must have self-awareness; Grandpa was quite wise to forbid me from doing this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fatty thought for a moment, nodded, and said, \"Agreed.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Continuing forward, the path was behind those crates. Those crates had been smashed to pieces by Fatty and me. We walked over and saw the third stone door, but this door was suspended from above. Carved on the stone door was a beast's head. The door was half-open, with a jack underneath supporting it. The jack was severely rusted, as if it could break at a touch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Above the beast's head was a stone, about three or four hundred jin in weight. That was the load-bearing stone for the door, used to press it down. I stuck half my head in and shone the flashlight. Then the two of us crawled inside and saw a larger stone chamber.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a huge circular stone chamber, fully half the size of a football field. Seven massive pillars stood around the chamber. Above was a seven-star ceiling. It did look somewhat like a tomb chamber, but compared to other large ancient tombs, it still lacked detail. In the middle of the chamber was a platform that looked very similar in shape to the Zhang Family Ancient Tower. In front of the platform were two small rivers flowing across the front of the chamber. I measured the width—the first river was about five to six meters wide. Nothing was on it. The second river, the one closer to us, had six stone bridges, each quite different in appearance. At the head of each bridge stood a terrifying animal statue. I couldn't say exactly what they were, but they all looked sinister and menacing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fatty lifted his foot to step forward. I stopped him and pointed upward. I had just noticed a rope on the ceiling, set up by someone later, and it was new—modern climbing rope—obviously put up when Poker-face and the others came in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I looked up. The seven stone beams above were arranged like an umbrella, supporting the ceiling, carved with strange reliefs. Some of the reliefs had hook-like shapes—eagle beaks, fish tails. In short, they all looked like hooks, which was abnormal. I could tell at a glance. These reliefs were disguised. The purpose of installing these hooks was certainly to allow ropes to weave through them cleverly, likely designed by ancient craftsmen to hoist something. After the job, the hooks were carved into various patterns. On the other side was an iron hook, presumably thrown from the opposite side and caught on some point on the ceiling. That kind of precision must be Poker-face's handiwork. The rope cleverly threaded through the hooks, forming a rope bridge above. Those seven bridges must all have traps—if you took the wrong one, you'd likely meet disaster. To avoid unnecessary trouble, Poker-face chose to cross by another route—that was his style, never taking the path others set for him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A river five to six meters wide—that is, over ten meters. Given Fatty's and my physical strength, crossing directly was absolutely out of the question. So we had to take the path Poker-face left us. We found the end of the rope, climbed up, and hung upside down from the ceiling to cross the outer river, arriving at the inner river. When Fatty looked down from above, he said, \"There seems to be something in the river?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Something? A crocodile?\" I said, thinking even if it were a crocodile, it should be dead by now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No, it's a dead person!\" Fatty said. We came down from the other side. Fatty put down his gear and immediately made a hook from a barbed spike. He waded into the water where he had seen the dead person and stirred. He pulled a black object up from the river.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After pulling the black object onto the bank, we immediately smelled a very unpleasant rotting stench.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sure enough, it was a corpse, and not an ancient one—could it be someone from Poker-face's team? \"Could it be the body of someone who took the bridge and got hit?\" Fatty asked. I shook my head: \"Poker-face rarely lets his team members die from such mistakes, unless it's someone completely undisciplined like you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We turned the corpse over. Its body was covered in mud, with a familiar smell of Chinese medicine. I scooped up water from the river and poured it over the corpse. Suddenly, we saw the qilin tattoo appear. On the bloated corpse, the tattoo was extremely clear. Fatty exclaimed: \"It's Little Brother! 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