Immortality begins in Goose City

Chapter 94 The Prince's Tomb

The deafening explosion was deafening, and the shockwave surged out of the tomb like an invisible wall.

Huang Shujian and Ma Yongzhen were the first to be hit, and were violently blasted away by the shockwave.

Ma Yongzhen rolled around twice before stopping, coughing incessantly.

Huang Shujian braced himself with one hand on the ground to steady himself.

The tomb chamber inside the brick walls was completely shrouded in smoke and dust, and nothing could be seen.

The ground shook, and gravel fell in a flurry.

Lin Zhihua crouched in the corner, covering her ears, and waited until the explosion subsided before asking in a trembling voice, "Shujian...you predicted this all along?"

Huang Shujian nodded.

Ever since he learned that the headless zombie was in Prince Rong's tomb, he had made preparations. He instructed Ma Yongzhen to bring a specially made fishing net, cover the headless zombie when he saw it, and then use explosives.

I don't care if you're indestructible or a hundred-year-old zombie.

Let's talk about explosives.

Finally, the smoke and dust gradually dissipated.

Silence returned to the tomb.

Murong Xue peeked inside: "Headless zombie... killed in the explosion?"

The group cautiously entered, their headlamp beams cutting through the smoke and dust, creating blurry pillars of light.

When the smoke and dust finally settled, everyone was stunned.

Inside the tomb, everything was restored to its original state.

The three coffins were arranged perfectly in a triangular shape, with the lids tightly closed, neither opened nor broken.

The ground was clean and tidy, with no trace of an explosion, no body parts, and very little smoke or dust.

"How is this possible?" Murong Xue exclaimed incredulously, "It clearly exploded just now..."

Qin Mo frowned: "Could it be a hallucination?"

Lin Zhihua thought for a moment: "Some tombs have various hallucinogenic methods, such as burning oil lamps or intricate carvings on the walls."

"My professor once encountered a corpse flower in the northwestern desert; anyone who smelled its scent would experience hallucinations."

Huang Shujian shook his head: "It's not a hallucination."

He pointed to Ma Yong's empty backpack: "The fishing nets were used, and the explosives were used. They were all actually used up."

The group looked at each other, filled with doubt.

Ma Yongzhen swallowed hard, then took out an iron hook and rope, hooked it onto the girl's coffin lid, and pulled it open.

empty.

Then open the coffin of the virgin boy.

It's still empty.

Finally, the coffin of the headless zombie.

Pull it open, and it's completely empty inside.

Cold sweat instantly broke out on everyone's foreheads.

I clearly saw the headless zombie sit up with my own eyes, I clearly threw the explosives with my own hands, I clearly heard the explosion and felt the shockwave...

How come they're all gone in the blink of an eye?

An eerie atmosphere permeated the tomb, like an invisible fog that clung to everyone's skin, cold and damp.

Lu Yu looked behind the headless zombie coffin, where there was a dark tomb passage leading to who-knows-where.

"Should we...keep going?" she asked softly.

Everyone looked at Huang Shujian.

Huang Shujian was silent for a moment, then waved his hand: "The longer we stay here, the more things may go wrong. Let's continue."

The tomb passage is very long.

She has a face that makes people feel at ease.

The headlamp beam can only illuminate a distance of one meter in front of you.

Further ahead lay a bottomless darkness, as thick as ink, swallowing up all the light.

The road underfoot was no longer a smooth bluestone slab, but a rough natural rock, full of potholes, and sometimes you would step into a puddle, splashing up cold water.

The air grew increasingly humid, carrying a musty, rotten smell, as if something had been decaying for a long time.

Ma Yongzhen walked at the front, tightly gripping a rope in his hand.

The rope connected everyone, and each person held onto the rope like a string of grasshoppers, groping their way forward in the dark.

Huang Shujian was walking second to last. After walking for an unknown amount of time, he suddenly felt someone bump into him from behind.

He remembered that Lin Zhihua was behind him. Just as he was about to turn around, he felt his hand being gently pulled.

"Um?"

Huang Shujian reached out and grabbed the man, pulling him to his side.

Shining the headlamp over, it was indeed Lin Zhihua wearing a gas mask.

Behind the glass window of the mask, her eyes were somewhat vacant; she had been walking in the dark for too long and was starting to feel dizzy.

She gripped Huang Shujian's hands tightly and followed closely behind.

The procession continued forward.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, in absolute darkness, the sense of time became blurred.

Finally, a glimmer of light appeared ahead.

It wasn't the light from a headlamp, but natural light, hazy and indistinct, like the darkest hour before dawn, when the sky is just beginning to lighten.

Everyone perked up and quickened their pace.

Ma Yongzhen was the first to emerge from the tomb passage.

He stood there, stunned.

The people behind them came out one after another, and then they were all stunned.

Before me was a huge spherical space.

That sense of vastness and grandeur is overwhelming.

Looking up, the dome is paved with black jade, smooth as a mirror.

The jade is inlaid with countless gemstones, in red, green, blue and purple, like stars in the sky.

There was no light source, but the gems themselves glowed, casting a soft halo that illuminated the entire space.

That's a star map.

Huang Shujian recognized that the arrangement of those gems was not random; they were inlaid according to the positions of the Twenty-Eight Mansions: the Big Dipper, the Southern Dipper, the Milky Way, and even the trajectory of a comet.

And the ground...

A mountain of gold.

A river paved with silver.

The rolling hills and winding rivers create a miniature landscape painting of China's vast land.

Jade-carved trees adorn the golden mountain, jade-made boats float in the Milky Way, a city built of agate stands at the foot of the mountain, and amber-carved bridges line the riverbank.

In the center of this vast land is a giant sphere.

The sphere is at least three zhang in diameter, entirely black, and has a smooth surface, resembling a giant obsidian.

A dragon, carved from rock, coils around the outside of the sphere. Its scales are distinct, its claws and teeth are sharp, its head is raised high, and its tail is wrapped around the sphere.

The entire dragon was slowly rotating, spinning along with the black sphere, like a planet rotating.

The longan are two fist-sized luminous pearls that emit a soft blue light, which shines on the black sphere and reflects an eerie glow.

Around the black ball were rows of bookshelves.

The bookshelf was made of rosewood, stood two zhang tall, and had five shelves.

Each floor was filled with books: bamboo slips, silk books, thread-bound books, and even parchment scrolls. Some of the books were yellowed, while others were still well-preserved.

Boxes were stacked between the bookshelves.

The boxes were made of wood, iron, and copper. Some of the wooden boxes had rotten lids, revealing glittering gold inside... gold ingots, gold bricks, and goldware.

Some of the boxes were closed, but you could smell a faint medicinal fragrance, which must be from medicinal herbs.

There are also calligraphy and paintings, porcelain, jade, bronzes... like the collections of a museum, arranged in a disorderly but orderly manner in this huge space.

The entire space is magnificent, yet it contains some profound truths about the universe.

The stars are above, the land is below, the dragon coils around the sphere, and the coffin lies in the center.

It was as if they wanted to control the entire world.

Its specifications far exceed those of ordinary princely tombs.

Everyone was stunned.