BPIFC -Volume 1 – Chapter 62 The Burial Chamber

“Damn it, you should’ve said that earlier. We’ve already come all this way…”

Sun Desheng picked up the communication device and switched it on.

“Old Huang, your brother here has followed General Guan Yun’s example and ridden alone for a thousand miles to bring your sister-in-law to you… all for your sake… Hello? Hello? Old Huang, can you hear me? Yangtze River, Yangtze River, this is your father speaking…”

When no reply came from the communicator, Sun Desheng spouted a few more lines of nonsense before tossing it aside.

Turning to Che Qianzi, he said, “Same as the one up above. It’s broken too—it can receive, but can’t transmit.”

Che Qianzi glanced at the unhurried Sun Desheng and said, “Fatty, your friend is practically dying, and you still have the mood to joke around? Hurry up and save him. By the time you’re done babbling, Old Huang will have reincarnated several times.”

“Brother, you don’t understand Old Huang.” Sun Desheng chuckled and raised the watch on his wrist.

“He knows how to calculate time. He figured we’d definitely be here by now. If he didn’t make it sound serious, would we really risk our lives for him? Besides, good people die young—Fatty Huang will probably live for a thousand years.”

As he spoke, Sun Desheng walked around the burial pit with his shotgun on his shoulder and continued forward.

Che Qianzi followed behind him and asked, “Fatty, tell me honestly. Did you plan all of this? Did you hide Shen La again somewhere nearby? Hey, Shen, come out! I’ve already seen you!”

“Brother, I’m not a god. I can’t predict everything.”

Sun Desheng laughed and continued, “I thought bringing Old Yang along would be enough. Who would’ve thought that bastard would be so shameless and run off? But don’t worry. Back then, a blind fortune-teller surnamed Jin read my fate and said I’d live to eighty-six. I haven’t even reached half that age yet. There’s no way I’m dying here. If real danger comes, brother, just come to me. I’ll protect you with my life.”

Che Qianzi was moved by those warm words and was just about to say something in return when a thought suddenly crossed his mind.

“Did you find out about my background? Fatty, swear it— What the hell is that?”

Before he could finish speaking, the two had already entered the burial chamber ahead.

Besides the opened coffin, there were more than a dozen enormous cocoons inside.

Each cocoon stood taller than a man and was wrapped tightly in silk-like threads, resembling giant rice dumplings.

Scattered across the floor were stretchers and emergency medical equipment.

The moment he saw them, Sun Desheng understood.

He rushed over to one of the cocoons and drew a short sword from behind his waist.

It was identical to the one hanging behind Che Qianzi’s back. Apparently, the fat man had one too but had never revealed it.

Holding a flashlight in one hand, Sun Desheng carefully cut away the webbing around the cocoon with the sword.

Inside was a young man wearing a white lab coat.

Judging by his appearance, he was one of the rescue personnel who had come down earlier and gone missing.

Seeing that the man was still breathing, Sun Desheng wasted no time and opened another cocoon.

Inside was another medic.

Both men had fallen into deep comas, but judging from the rise and fall of their chests, they were still alive and not in immediate danger.

Only then did Sun Desheng carefully remove his oxygen mask again.

This time, he felt no discomfort at all.

His breathing was as smooth as it was on the surface.

“No wonder that bastard Old Yang said he couldn’t find these people. Turns out they’re all alive.”

As he spoke, Sun Desheng glanced outside the burial chamber and continued, “Brother, see it now? That life-cutting formation Old Yang talked about ends here. There’s no exit beyond this chamber, which means there has to be a hidden passage.”

Walking over to the coffin, he found it completely empty.

“The burial treasures were probably taken away by that dead expert long ago. So what exactly is Old Huang still after…?”

As he spoke, he stuck the barrel of his shotgun into the coffin and struck the bottom several times.

Thunk… thunk…

A hollow sound echoed back.

Clearly, only a single wooden board separated them from an empty space below.

“I knew this place was strange…”

Sun Desheng immediately began searching for a mechanism. Thanks to his exceptional mind, it didn’t take much effort before he found a tiny switch hidden inside the coffin wall.

As soon as he pressed it, a rumbling sound came from below.

The coffin base slid open, revealing a pitch-black hole.

However, instead of climbing down immediately, Sun Desheng aimed his shotgun downward and deliberately stomped his feet on the spot, pretending to descend.

After four or five heavy stomps, a fierce gust of wind suddenly blew up from below.

A furry creature shot upward from the darkness.

The instant it appeared, Sun Desheng pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Boom!

Before the creature could even emerge fully, the blast sent it tumbling back down.

Shrill squeals immediately echoed from beneath.

After solving the problem with one shot, Sun Desheng hurriedly shouted, “Brother, come over! It’s not over—there’s more than one! Let’s work together. As soon as one of those monsters appears, kill it!”

“What was that thing? A spider?”

Che Qianzi had only caught a glimpse of its shadow. He quickly raised his shotgun and joined Sun Desheng in aiming at the opening.

Sun Desheng had no time to answer.

His eyes remained fixed on the darkness below.

Years at the Bureau had taught him one thing:

Intelligent ghosts and demons weren’t truly terrifying.

What was frightening were mindless beasts.

You simply couldn’t reason with them.

Moments later, another monster sprang upward.

This time, Che Qianzi reacted swiftly.

Boom!

His shot blew off the creature’s head, and the body fell back into the hole.

This time, he had seen it clearly.

It was a gigantic blood-red spider.

On its forehead was a pattern resembling a skull.

It seemed that the people in the chamber had all been wrapped up by these spiders.

Neither man dared relax.

A constant rustle, rustle came from below the coffin.

Judging by the sounds, there were plenty more spiders underneath.

“Isn’t this supposed to be a tomb? Where the hell did spiders like these come from?”

Keeping his gun aimed downward, Che Qianzi continued, “Fatty, from the sound of it, there must be dozens of them down there. Do we have enough ammunition—”

Before he could finish, another giant spider leapt up.

This time, both men fired together.

Boom! Boom!

The overlapping shotgun blasts instantly shredded the spider into pieces.

But at almost the exact same moment they fired, the ground beneath their feet suddenly bulged upward.

Before either of them could react, the mound burst open.

More than a dozen enormous spiders crawled out.

The two men hastily swung their guns around and opened fire wildly.

At the same time, several more giant spiders emerged from beneath the coffin.

For a while, Sun Desheng and Che Qianzi were firing frantically in every direction.

After more than a dozen shots, they finally reduced the swarm to mangled chunks.

But before they could even catch their breath, more giant spiders emerged from both directions.

Sun Desheng’s shotgun ran out of shells first.

He didn’t even have time to reload.

Immediately, he drew his revolver and fired at the spiders.

A moment later, his revolver was empty as well.

At the same time, Che Qianzi’s shotgun had also exhausted its ammunition…