Chapter 456: Seeing the Ghost Clan Again

"Professor Zhang... I, what did I do wrong?" Zhang Li was stunned, her voice involuntarily growing weaker.

"The team can afford to lose anyone, but it cannot afford to lose little Chen. If you are unwilling to work with him, go back right now." Zhang Desheng brought out his professorial authority.

Zhang Li dared not utter a sound, but the look in her eyes still betrayed her resentment.

Chen Yu couldn't be bothered to pay her any mind; standing by and watching someone die was not Chen Yu's principle. This woman was a bit detestable, but not to the point where he would watch her die and do nothing.

Finally, the group arrived at their destination.

This place was in the heart of a valley, at the front of a small hillock, and it had an entrance.

There was an engineering vehicle left at this spot; it belonged to the research team's advance party, but they had inadvertently triggered something yesterday, and this place had become a Yin Land.

There were experts among the advance party, too; once they saw the situation was wrong, they immediately dropped their gear and ran.

"We're here, finally here." Zhang Desheng's eyes shone with excitement; he didn't even put on his protective gear before wanting to charge inside.

"Professor, watch your protection." Li Yan hurriedly stopped him.

"Everyone, prepare yourselves, we're entering the tomb." Zhang Desheng only then came to his senses.

Everyone put on their protective masks and donned their protective suits before entering the tomb.

The front of this tomb was a thick layer of soil; this entrance had actually been dug out by those few tomb raiders. It was a pity for those tomb raiders—they had originally wanted to find a large tomb, but they hadn't expected to die at the entrance the moment they opened the hole.

Pushing aside a wall built of rubble, a passageway appeared.

The passageway was about several dozen meters long, and the walls were covered with strange, bizarre characters.

"Professor, what era are these characters from?" Li Yan took out her camera and asked while carefully taking photos.

"These characters are neither Oracle Bone Script nor Tadpole Script; they are somewhat similar to Bone Inscription, which predates Oracle Bone Script. They are a type of pictographic script, but they differ somewhat from Bone Inscription." Zhang Desheng held a flashlight, illuminating the characters on the wall.

He was very excited, because this was highly likely to be a newly discovered ancient script—a script with no historical records whatsoever. This was a major discovery.

Moreover, the identity of the owner of this tomb was highly likely to spark a craze, because this could potentially be a piece of history that had been buried and remained unknown.

"Bone Inscription?" Li Yan was startled: "Why would there be Bone Inscription on the wall?"

"I'm not certain if it is Bone Inscription. The identity of this tomb owner must be extremely special. Let's go in and take a look," Zhang Desheng said excitedly.

"A Fu, the aura in here is somewhat familiar; it seems I've seen it somewhere before. Do you have that feeling?" Chen Yu asked.

"I'm not sure," A Fu responded: "Chen Yu, I feel something is wrong. I have an innate fear of this kind of aura, I don't know why."

"Even you are afraid? You're an old ghost." Chen Yu was startled. The things in here were something even A Fu feared? Then what on earth was it?

"I can't put my finger on it. Let's go inside and see. I don't know what these characters are either," A Fu said.

As they spoke, Li Yan had finished recording, and everyone walked forward.

At the end of the passageway was a stone door with a mechanism on it. After opening the mechanism, a main burial chamber appeared.

The main burial chamber was over a hundred square meters in size. Just as the few of them entered, with a clatter, the stone door behind them actually closed.

"What's going on?" Wu Da stepped forward and pushed the stone door, but it didn't budge.

"Don't panic, there will be an exit inside." Huang Yu was, after all, from an Aristocratic Family of tomb raiders. He went to a corner of the burial chamber and lit an oil lamp.

This was their tradition. The oil lamp flickered a few times before it lit up. Huang Yu let out a breath, pressed his palms together toward the lamp, muttered a few silent prayers, and then stood up.

"It's fine, it's safe here for now." Huang Yu turned on a searchlight, and the surrounding environment lit up.

The burial chamber looked sealed, but there was air circulation inside, so there would be no issues for the time being.

As the light shone, everyone could clearly see the surrounding environment.

The walls in here were covered in characters. This script was somewhat different from the one outside; it was flat and round, appearing to be pictographic, but the end of every character had a pictographic symbol resembling a face.

"These characters are not Bone Inscription; they look somewhat like the legendary Eight-Ear Script." Zhang Desheng stared at the characters for a long time, then said with some uncertainty: "But they also look a bit different."

"What is Eight-Ear Script?" Huang Yu was somewhat puzzled. His family had dealt with this for generations and was extremely well-versed in history, but he had never heard of Eight-Ear Script.

"It is rumored to be a script created by the ancient Shennong; I don't know the specifics either." Zhang Desheng shook his head and looked at the stone figurine in the center.

This stone figurine was in the shape of a human body, but with a pointed head and a round body, somewhat like a roly-poly toy. However, the face of the stone figurine was shockingly born with a single giant eye. The giant eye gave people a gloomy and terrifying feeling, as if this eye were alive, making one feel awe-struck just looking at it.

In front of the stone figurine was an Altar, on which sat a horn the size of a fist.

Chen Yu was startled; he had seen this thing before. It was the Ghost Clan.

"Chen Yu, I understand now. These characters are Ghost Script. No wonder the aura is so familiar; it turns out this is a tomb of the Ghost Clan. I encountered the Ghost Clan last time when I was treating Long Jihai's daughter," A Fu suddenly cried out.

"Find a way to leave. This isn't a tomb; this is a Ghost Country Altar." Chen Yu finally understood.

No wonder this place had turned into a Yin Land overnight; it turned out this was an Altar of the ancient Ghost Clan. The reason those few tomb raiders had died here earlier was entirely because of the Ghost Clan Yin Spirits.

And when the police came here yesterday to take away the corpses, they inadvertently triggered something, causing the Altar to be activated.

"What ancient Ghost Clan? What nonsense are you spouting? Why have I never heard of it?" Huang Yu said coldly.

"That's because you are ignorant and ill-informed. Professor Zhang, trust me once, let's withdraw," Chen Yu said in a deep voice.

"Chen Yu, the Ghost Kingdom you speak of, is it a Ghost Clan that emerged after the legendary War of the Ancient Emperors?" Zhang Desheng's expression was locked in a frown.

"Yes. I'll explain later, let's withdraw first," Chen Yu said: "Do not touch anything inside, otherwise you will disturb the souls of the Ghost Clan."

"That won't do. I came here to take something," Huang Yu suddenly grinned.

"Little Huang, let's not touch anything here, let's go out first," Zhang Desheng said.

"I'm afraid that won't work." Huang Yu waved his hand, and the three brothers of the Wu family suddenly extended their hands, three pitch-black pistols instantly pointing at Chen Yu.

"What are you doing?" Zhang Desheng was startled.

"Heh heh, Professor Zhang, all these years we have cooperated with you officials, sparing no effort to survey ancient tombs, and all the items obtained were turned over to the state. Do you really think our Huang Family is patriotic?" Huang Yu sneered.

"Huang Yu, you are an Aristocratic Family of tomb raiders. In the past, the laws were incomplete and no one managed you, but that's not the case now. It is illegal for you to go tomb raiding again." Zhang Desheng was furious: "Your grandfather has already turned over a new leaf and cooperated with the officials to contribute to the country. What do you want to do?"

"What we wanted, was the thing inside the Ghost Clan's Altar," Huang Yu said with a chuckle.

"You knew from the very beginning that this was a Ghost Clan Altar?" Chen Yu spoke up.

"That's right, I knew from the very beginning. Do you really think our Huang Clan has been honestly turning over the locations of the tombs we surveyed all these years because we turned over a new leaf?"

Huang Yu said bitterly: "If it weren't to use the convenience of the officials to search for things of the Ghost Clan, would we have handed over the wealth we obtained to others?"

"What do you want to take? You are not allowed to touch anything in here," Zhang Desheng was furious.

"Do you think you can still control me now?" Huang Yu sneered, pressing his right hand onto the large eye of the humanoid stone statue.

Rumble—the lowered stone gate slowly rose.

"The records in the Ghost Country Notes were indeed correct," Huang Yu muttered, reaching out to take the Horn on the Altar: "This is the Ghost Country Horn. As long as one collects all six and goes to the ancient ruins of the Ghost Clan, one can open the gates of the Ghost Kingdom. Hehe, there is endless wealth inside."

"I advise you not to touch this thing," Chen Yu said coldly: "Otherwise, the disaster for your Huang Family will truly arrive."

"Do you think I'm a fool?" Huang Yu sneered, reaching out and grabbing the Horn in his hand.

The moment he grabbed the Horn, a sharp, piercing cry rang out in everyone's hearts.

This scream could not be called miserable; it seemed like the startled cry of someone waking from a nightmare, or perhaps a howl from the ancient past.

At the same time, a streak of black Qi instantly formed, transforming into a humanoid shape and lunging fiercely at Huang Yu.

With a snap, the Buddhist Beads in Huang Yu's hand suddenly broke, and more than ten beads scattered all over the floor.