Chapter 963: Fusang Army

"Mr. Chen, we are ready." At this moment, Zhou Yu walked over; he and his only subordinate had already finished organizing the ammunition.

Although their companion had died, since they were people from Tianyuan Pavilion, they had long been prepared to deal with any death, and the two of them had already adjusted their state of mind.

"Good, let's go in." Chen Yu nodded.

Chen Yu walked at the very front, with Zhou Yu bringing up the rear.

This grave robbery tunnel had been dug by Zhang Yang and his gang; it had to be said that these guys' standards were very professional, as the entire tunnel was dug very level and smooth.

Following the tunnel inside for several dozen meters, a light appeared below; they had already reached the entrance of the mausoleum.

It could be seen that these were two large doors; the doors were made of stone and probably weighed several thousand catties, and there were two baring-fanged and brandishing-claws stone lions at the entrance.

On both sides of the doors were lit two Long-Burning Lamps; the fuel for these Long-Burning Lamps was shark oil, which was very long-lasting.

Lying at the entrance were also three corpses; these three corpses were in modern attire.

The three were kneeling straight on the ground, their heads hanging heavily downward, and all three had a huge bloody hole in their chests; their hearts had been dug out by something.

"These three must be Zhang Yang's accomplices, right? According to his confession, after the four-man gang entered here, they didn't go any further, and he just grabbed something at the entrance and ran, which is how he avoided death," Zhou Yu said.

According to Zhang Yang's testimony, their gang was wiped out right here; they never had a chance to enter the cave.

"Yes." Chen Yu nodded; he had forcibly extracted Zhang Yang's Soul Consciousness using the Soul Control Technique, so he was clear about Zhang Yang's experience.

It was just that the Soul Control Technique, this heaven-defying art, violated the rules of the Heavenly Dao, so it could not be used casually; however, that grandson Zhang Yang had a heart that was too dark, so even if Chen Yu had to risk losing some karmic merit, he had to finish this kid off.

"Everyone be careful, these three people were attacked by something and died," Chen Yu said.

The stone door had already opened a crack, enough for one person to enter; Chen Yu walked at the very front and entered the stone door.

Inside the stone door was another world; it was a stone wall polished extremely smooth, and it was bottomless inside.

They turned on their flashlights and continued to walk forward, but at this moment, a pitch-black river appeared before everyone's eyes.

The water of this river was black and dark, and it emitted a foul, rotting smell.

"This is Nine Nether Water; this place connects to the Nine Netherworlds below, which is very strange. This water can rot all things; jump across from the narrowest point ahead, and absolutely do not let it touch the water," Chen Yu pondered aloud.

The memory of that grandson Zhang Yang could only guide him to the door; the situation inside was a different world entirely.

The group followed the riverbank to the narrowest point of the river and jumped across one by one.

Walking further ahead, a deep pit appeared before Chen Yu's eyes; under the illumination of the high-intensity flashlight, one could see countless piles of white bones in the deep pit.

Moreover, the clothing on the white bones was still vaguely distinguishable; Zhou Yu blurted out, "Fusang officers?"

"Them again?" Chen Yu's brow furrowed; last time, when he was with Ye Qingning at the Underground Dark River, they had encountered a team of Fusang officers who had come to Huaxia to hunt for treasure.

Now they had encountered these people here again; could it be that they were also treasure hunting?

"Has Mr. Chen seen them somewhere before?" Zhou Yu asked.

"I have. They should be treasure hunting in our Huaxia. This group of people before us should be the same characters as the ones we met last time," Chen Yu nodded and said, "It's just that the number this time is significantly higher than last time. I don't know what exactly is in here that could induce them to make such a big fuss."

"Let's hurry forward; I feel that the thing we are looking for is not far from us." Professor Yang was clearly very excited; after all, he was a workaholic who had spent his whole life in scientific research. He took a step forward and walked ahead.

Just at this moment, a strange phenomenon suddenly occurred; a mass of black Qi surged over from the front, and within the black Qi, endless Yin energy was suffused—this Yin energy was composed of countless dead souls.

Chen Yu could tell from this aura that this mass of dead souls came from these Fusang officers.

Within the black Qi, countless terrifying faces were emerging; these faces were dull and soulless, yet they carried endless resentment.

"Professor Yang, be careful." Chen Yu stepped forward and forcibly pulled Professor Yang back.

Because the resentment in this mass of black Qi was too heavy, with Professor Yang's body, he could not withstand it at all; if he touched even a little, he might turn into Yin energy.

"These are the souls of the Fusang people; they have been gathered here for a long time." After pulling Professor Yang away, Chen Yu stared upward.

"Damn it, these things didn't cause enough trouble for our Huaxia while they were alive, and now after death, they are still gathered in our Huaxia and won't leave. What are they trying to do?" Zhou Yu suddenly became furious.

Suddenly, a pale, white face surged out from the black Qi and fiercely charged toward Zhou Yu.

Zhou Yu was, after all, from a special department; seeing this scene, he was not afraid in the slightest. He raised his right hand and fired several shots at this face.

This face let out a terrified scream and then fiercely retreated back into the black Qi.

The black Qi gradually expanded, then suddenly scattered, surrounding everyone. Face after face circled the group, letting out roars one after another.

Chen Yu's Li Chen flashed in his hand, and he swept a sword strike toward the front.

Li Chen was one of the Seven Imperial Spirit Weapons; a streak of Sword Qi condensed into a mass of Sword Qi, like a giant mouth, and swallowed out in one bite.

The countless Yin Spirits before them were swallowed up by seven or eight parts; the remaining ones fled in panic, and these Yin Spirits let out bursts of wailing sounds.

Vaguely, Chen Yu also understood what they were saying.

"It's Huaxia people, and soldiers."

"How could they be so strong?"

"Hmph, they won't get past here."

As the last muffled voice sounded, the few remaining Yin Spirits suddenly dispersed; with a 'whoosh', they surged in all directions and then turned into countless ghostly glimmers, hiding into the bodies of the corpses in the deep pit.

One could see these corpses, which had long since turned into dry bones, standing up one by one in this instant.

Ghostly glimmers shone in their eyes, and they walked toward the group with stumbling steps.

"You scumbags, you harmed us while you were alive, and now you won't rest even after you're dead." Zhou Yu was furious; he raised the gun in his hand and fired at the Fusang officer at the very front, and Ermao behind him also fired without hesitation.

Bang, bang, bang! Although these people had turned into dry bones, that trace of resentment hidden in their hearts could not be extinguished.

Even though their skeletons could be smashed into slag by a single bullet and their bodies turned into dry bones were extremely fragile, even after falling to the ground, they would struggle to move forward even with only half a corpse.

Chen Yu naturally would not be polite to these things either; he attacked again with Li Chen in his hand, and with one sword strike, dozens of dry bones fell to the ground.