Ancient Country Returns to the Western Regions of Strange Hearsay

  I immediately turned to Xiao Lao: "Xiao Lao, did the ancient zongzi look like this?" Xiao Lao's face turned iron-green, and he occasionally wiped the cold sweat on his forehead with his sleeve.

  "What kind of dumplings are these? This guy has become a spirit, hurry up and run!" Fu Ma shouted at us.

  "Brother Ma, where are we going to run to?" I asked, looking around. This ear room was originally a sealed space, and none of us knew how we got in, let alone how to get out.

  Lao San rushed up to Fu Ma and asked: "Dà Yǎn, can you hear its heart's voice?"

  Fu Ma didn't know whether to nod or shake his head: "It's not very clear, no good! Everyone scatter quickly!" Fu Ma pulled A Quan and quickly ran to the left, we several also didn't know what happened, immediately all ran to the right.

  That monster's tail was like a fountain, spraying towards where we were just standing, and shot out a transparent **, looking almost like water.

  "This can't be Ling Shui, right?" I looked at Old Xiao.

  Xiao Lao had just run too hastily and scolded with a gasp: "It shouldn't be, it's probably the scorpion's venom, that's enough to kill several of us."

  It didn't spray us, but the monster was a bit annoyed. Its mouth kept making hissing sounds as it chased after Fu Ma and A Quan. Although it had five pairs of claws, it wasn't particularly fast when running. Moreover, when the monster crawled on the ground, its five pairs of claws weren't very coordinated, swaying back and forth as if drunk.

  "Damn it, this scorpion spirit just came out after drinking with some big dumpling." Lao San said tightly gripping his large chopping knife.

  Suddenly, a "bang" sound came from behind us, startling me. I turned my head to see that Xiao Lao had somehow pulled out a Type 54 pistol and fired a shot at the creature. The bullet hit one of its claws, making a sound like it was hitting a metal plate.

  Red blood flowed from the wound of that monster, emitting a strong pungent smell similar to garlic. The monster turned its head towards us and we quickly ran into the room.

  "Look at that coffin's garlic-flavored blood water, it's all this kid's blood!" Old Three exclaimed thoughtfully.

  "Lao San, you mean it's so bored in the coffin that it has nothing better to do than hurt itself and then swim in its own blood?"

  "This fart makes sense!" Old Three nodded at me with a smile that was not quite a smile.

  "What's the point of joking around at a time like this? There's no way out ahead! Xiao Lao stood in despair by the wall, watching as the monster drew closer and closer to us. He rummaged through his bag and pulled out explosives. "No way, I'll die with it!"

  Fu Ma saw this scene, letting A Quan stay on one side, and rushed towards our direction, shouting loudly: "No way, Xiao Lao! This explosion will definitely produce spiritual water. The demon might be fine, but we're doomed for sure. Jun Yang, throw your gun over here, I'll lure it away."

  I pulled out my pistol and threw it at the monster, but unexpectedly, the creature hooked its tail and the gun holster was stuck on the scorpion's tail. The monster's face immediately revealed a smile that was even more hideous than crying, and it shook its tail in a showy manner towards us.

  "Big eyes, receive the knife." Old Three first made a fake move to the left, then suddenly turned to the right. The monster was caught off guard and threw out its gun. It quickly used its tail to roll up the knife. Fuma immediately went forward to pick up the gun that was still on the ground and fired it at the scorpion spirit, then hastily ran back.

  This series of movements was so fast that it didn't look like someone who was injured. Puma's shot hit the scorpion spirit in the abdomen, and it had already become furious, turning its head to chase after Puma.

  "My god, others are walking their cats and dogs, but we're here walking a scorpion, a thousand-year-old scorpion that's become a spirit." Lao San said, picking up the knife from the ground.

  Xiao Lao had been silent until now, but at this moment he narrowed his eyes and stared at the swaying monster: "Don't you think that this monster seems to be injured?"

  "What's the point of saying anything? You've been shot twice and still aren't hurt?" Fu Ma said as he ran.

  "I'm not saying that, but when this scorpion came out, it was like it had drunk too much, its claws were uncoordinated. Plus the blood water in the coffin, it must have fought with someone before us." Old Xiao analyzed.

  "Could it be my dad and them?" Ah Quan said in a tense tone.

  "It's not ruled out."

  The horse ran around the coffin in circles with the scorpion, and Old Three shouted: "Dà Yǎn, you're using the scorpion to push a mill!"

  Fu Ma said helplessly: "Ah Long, if you don't let me rest for a bit, I'll be exhausted?"

  Just as we were talking, the scorpion suddenly thrust its tail towards us. Fuma shouted loudly: "Quickly hide!" We several people saw the situation and hastily dispersed. The scorpion swiftly turned around and immediately wrapped its tail around Fuma, entwining him with several rounds, rendering his hands and feet immobile.

  The scorpion's mouth twisted to one side, grinning savagely at us as it prepared to stab its venomous stinger into Fuma. Xiao Lao raised his gun and fired a shot straight at the scorpion's eyes, causing blood to gush out instantly. The scorpion writhed in agony on the ground, and Fuma took advantage of the distraction to make a quick escape.

  The scorpion spirit let out a heart-wrenching scream, as if it had gone mad, and charged at us spewing toxic liquid everywhere. Old Three was so frightened that he tripped over the coffin lid in his haste and fell heavily to the ground. He cursed loudly, scrambled to his feet, and then suddenly seemed to see something that made him freeze, standing there motionless.

  I thought he was hit*, and called Xiao Lao to go over together. Fu Ma looked at us for a moment: "Xiao Lao, I'll distract the turtle, you go take a look, A Long has found something."

  Xiao Lao ran to the side of Old Three, looking puzzled at the coffin lid that had been overturned on the ground. None of us had noticed before that there was a painting inside the coffin lid. The painting was very rough and didn't look as smooth as the outside. It seemed to have been hastily drawn, with varying depths and shallowness. The painting wasn't very big, but its shape resembled a mountain.

  "What's the point of carving a mountain behind an ancient person?" I looked at the coffin lid in confusion.

  "This isn't a mountain, it's the character for fire from oracle bones, just this character..." Old Xiao touched the coffin lid with his hand, "This character seems to have been carved recently, there are still wood shavings on the lid, could it be?" Old Xiao looked at us.

  "Wu Zihan!" shouted Lao San.

  Xiao nodded: "He has always been willing to write things in oracle bones, and this scorpion is probably the only one he can hurt."

  "But isn't he dead?" I asked in surprise.

  "Jun Yang brothers, Lao Yu has been in the hidden Bureau for decades and doesn't know his background. For decades, he's always been like that, never getting old, and no one knows where he came from. It's not surprising that someone with so many secrets would die and come back to life." Xiao Lao said, stroking his Mediterranean-style hair. "But..."

  "What does it mean when he writes a fire character?"

  Fu Ma shouted impatiently from the side: "Are you guys done discussing, I'm going to feed the lizard in a minute!" The monster pushed Fu Ma into a corner of the wall, he had nowhere to escape, and the poisonous needle on the monster's tail was getting closer and closer to Fu Ma.

  "Old Three, take a firebrand and burn this coffin!" I shouted loudly, rushing towards Fu Ma's direction.

  "Huh?"

  "Quick!"

  Xiao Lao seemed to have understood as well, and quickly took out a lighter from his bag. The two of them, one in front of the other, threw the lighters into the bloody water, instantly igniting a raging fire.

  The coffin seemed to have some connection with the scorpion spirit. When the coffin caught fire, the scorpion was like an ant on a hot skillet, hastily crawling back to the vicinity of the coffin, trying to put out the fire. As soon as it touched the flames, it also started burning. The scorpion let out a heart-wrenching scream and rolled around frantically on the ground.

  I finally let out a sigh of relief and pulled Fu Ma to join everyone, "According to Xiao Lao's inference, is Wu Zihan also in this tomb?"

  Xiao Lao said meaningfully: "Maybe he had expected this day long ago."

  No one knows why, but after hearing he was still alive, it seemed like everyone wasn't as scared as they were just before.

  Lao San looked at the scorpion that had been burned into a dry corpse and cursed loudly: "Damn, what kind of thing is this? How can this grave be so *freaky?"

  "It should be personal, at least it used to be. Its inner voice is very much like a human's, full of pain and..." Ma said quietly.

  Xiao Lao Ma immediately put on a teaching posture: "Several brothers are unaware, if I'm not mistaken, this should be the secret transmission of longevity technique from an ancient school. They believed in the three-headed six-armed god, letting people coexist with scorpions to achieve immortality. Unfortunately..." Xiao Lao sighed, "What's the point of living forever?"

  "Don't sigh yet, how are we going out?" Lao San looked around in a circle.

  "There must be an exit, otherwise how did Wu Ziheng get out?"

  I was pondering where to go, at this moment the coffin had basically burned out, only to hear a "slap" sound, and a hole opened on the wall, the hole was small, but enough for one person to pass through, from the hole came a warm candlelight.

  Lao San exclaimed: "I'm going, it turns out that the mechanism is on this coffin, and if we had burned it earlier, there wouldn't be so much trouble."

  Xiao Lao waved his hand: "This tomb is quite mysterious, let's all be careful"

  Lao San walked in the front with a knife, Fu Ma pulled A Quan together, Xiao Lao followed behind. We crawled out of the cave and looked around, suddenly stunned.

  This was another completely enclosed chamber, with flickering candlelight on both sides of the room, similar to the corridor just now, although dimly lit, everything could be seen clearly.

  In the center of the room, there was a golden chair that could hold two people sitting side by side. On the chair, it seemed like someone was sitting with their back to us. Underneath the chair, there was also a patch of dark shadow. Upon closer inspection, five people were lying neatly underneath.

  "Ah die..." Before we could even react, Ah Quan shouted and rushed over, the rest of us quickly followed.

  "Are these all going into the grave with your father?" asked Old Xiao.

  A Qiu nodded, her eyes full of tears: "Liu Shu, Gu Shu and Baozi Ge, are they still alive? Why are they all lying here?"

  "Isn't that Karamay over there?" Lao San exclaimed.

  Xiao Lao placed his hand on A Quan's father's nose and furrowed his brow: "How..."

  Suddenly, Ah Quan's father opened his eyes, and we were all startled. He quickly sat up, revealing two fangs in his mouth like a vampire, and bit towards Ah Quan's neck.