Imperial Treasure

Chapter 565 - 365: Slice Scales_2

It was blood!

The blood of the person just now!

Underneath the blood splatter, Sui Yi’s Magnetic Sensation probed into the water. The flowing water greatly consumed the Magnetic Sensation, making it even more difficult than looking at a wall. Perhaps it was related to the movement, making the Magnetic Sensation unstable, which was why she hadn’t used Magnetic Sensation to probe the water earlier...

Now the murky, turbulent water was consuming even more of the Magnetic Sensation, but she still saw the mangled corpse being churned and bitten under the blood splatter, vaguely hundreds of creatures, each about the length of a middle finger, thin-bodied, black in color. The rest was too blurred to make out, seeming mostly like a mass of sharp sawteeth, viciously biting a person into a mess of wounds.

Their speed was extremely fast and there were quite a few of them; people’s gunfire only managed to penetrate a third of them, the rest were darting back and forth between people’s legs, biting relentlessly, screams following one after another!

"Quick, grab the wall! Get out of the water!"

Those who couldn’t swim jumped out of the water one after another, reaching towards the wall. Fortunately, the wall was uneven, so they could find some handholds, but they couldn’t hold on for long.

Meanwhile, in the water now were only Second Master Gong, Sui Yi, Yhan Qingwu, Third Lady Yin, Fatty, and Skinny Waist...

"Damn it, these must be man-eating fish, take my punch!"

As the man clenched his fist, raised it, and then smashed it down!

Boom!

The force of the punch rippled through the water like a torpedo, flipping out numerous corpses of the strange fish. Just as the man was about to gloat, he suddenly saw Sui Yi stepping out of the water, akin to a shadow skating over waves, dipping a finger into the water and forcefully pulling out a man who was gasping in ragged breaths and hurling him towards Yhan Qingwu.

However, the man was not calm, twisting painfully, one hand clutching his throat, the other shoving his index and middle fingers into his mouth, his expression fierce and full of agony, as if possessed.

The two women knew some first aid, restraining the man’s movements while Third Lady Yin probed the bleeding man’s nose and throat with her finger and said, "The windpipe is injured. It seems a small fish entered his throat just now and wounded it; it’s still inside." Third Lady Yin’s implication was clear—the strange fish was still in the man’s mouth.

Being stuck could kill if it were a dead fish, let alone a vicious live one: whether it was biting the neck’s air tube or moving further down the mouth, it was a death sentence.

Before others could react, Yhan Qingwu had already acted swiftly, pinching the man’s neck, locating the fish, and pinching it with her fingertips to prevent it from moving further. Her strength was not weak, and with her force, everyone heard a crack from the man’s neck...

Fatty turned pale, thinking, this girl is truly fierce. Yhan Qingwu didn’t care about others’ opinions and swiftly took a small hook blade from her belt, flicked it between her fingers like lightning, and tossed it into the man’s gaping mouth...

Swoosh!

She hooked the strange fish out.

"This man’s windpipe is injured, feed him a bit and don’t let him talk."

Yhan Qingwu still clutched the blood she had drawn from the man’s throat, drawing it through the water to wash it clean.

Her right hand then twisted the man’s neck again, Crack! The bones shifted back into place.

"Ha, he’s not dead yet!" Fatty and the others didn’t hope for someone to die so soon after entering the tomb—bad luck and bad for morale—so they were overjoyed. However, suddenly, Sui Yi drew Demon Que, aiming it at Fatty...

Fatty’s eyes widened as he saw the blade sweep through, a frigid arc slicing into the water...

Swoosh!

A wall of water rose suddenly, bypassing his side...

Then cascaded down heavily.

After a moment, numerous dark bodies of the strange fish floated on the water.

Sui Yi examined one of the fis⟎ corpses with Demon Que.

"It’s Slice Scales. This fish is always bloodthirsty and can eat carrion, but whether it’s carrion or living flesh, it quickly detects the scent, especially in this Land of Corpses, a place they often frequent... We must leave here quickly..."

The group dared not linger, urging Sui Yi, Second Master Gong, and Fatty, the three strongest among them, to lead the way, with the rest following.

Soon, they had traversed the Canal and saw a wall.

"Is it sealed?"

"It shouldn’t be; the water is shallow here, and there’s land. It must be the entrance to the tomb chamber. Let’s look for a mechanism to open the entrance..."

While these people were looking for the mechanism, the wounded man was laid beside them, previously breathing barely, but now somewhat better, thankfully breathing back and forth though unable to speak, only able to indicate with his eyes...

Yhan Qingwu wiped the water off her hands and looked at Sui Yi, who nodded and then turned to Second Master Gong and the others...

Second Master Gong, clearly experienced, touched and tapped around the surrounding walls, examining the stone grids...

Suddenly, he pressed on a small tile.

Click!

The stone gate opened.

Impressive!

Skinny Waist and others couldn’t help but give a thumbs-up.

Second Master Gong appeared nonchalant, merely looking at the true content of the tomb chamber ahead...

This was a square room, with large stone blocks and reliefs carved on the walls. Naturally, these reliefs couldn’t be considered exquisitely beautiful as these modern people had seen countless sophisticated sculptures combining modern and ancient cultures. The carvings from the Warring States Period appeared less refined and beautiful but had a sharp and imposing aura, with very complex content.

Everyone was mesmerized and not eager to enter; after a moment, Mount Mover said, "This is not a tomb, it’s a mausoleum."

Tombs from the Warring States Period often used an earthen mound layout, with the structure inside dependent on the deceased’s societal rank; monarchs and lords had mausoleums, others had tombs.

Just the scale and detail of the reliefs in this empty chamber alone hinted at the extraordinary significance of the tomb’s owner.

Thus, this was at least a mausoleum for a lord or monarch—(To be continued. If you like this work, please visit qidian.com to cast your recommendation votes and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please go to m.qidian.com to read.)