The ultimate master in the city

Chapter 10 Ten Thousand Coffins Hanging in the Abyss

Zhou Fengchen had a dream. In the dream, there was a road that he could run along endlessly. Just as he was getting exhausted, someone called out from the side, "Chenwa? Chenwa?"

He suddenly opened his eyes and sat up, only to find that Da Gang was bringing him a bowl of noodles, and he was lying on the bed that Ge Lao Er had slept on before his death.

Da Gang was overjoyed to see that he was awake. "I thought you were having a relapse when I saw you waving your arms and legs around. Hurry up and eat this bowl of noodles."

Zhou Fengchen pushed the bowl aside. "Your grandpa's the one having a fit! How long have I been asleep?"

"You're not sleeping, you're in a coma." Da Gang held up a finger. "Seven days! I give up!"

"How's the digging on Xiaomishan coming along?"

Da Gang's expression changed, and he said, "The digging wasn't very good. The night you fainted, something happened. It rained heavily and the wind was strong. Six people died—five soldiers and one archaeological team member. Then, starting the next day, it continued to rain and the wind was strong. The day before yesterday, three more archaeologists went missing. Last night, the old professor and his four students went in, but they haven't been able to contact them yet. Everyone suspects something happened. The old clan chief just came to see you, wanting you to…"

Just then, the old clan chief's panicked shout came from outside, "Da Gang, has Chenwazi woken up yet?"

As he spoke, he rushed in with several people. Behind the old Party Secretary were three middle-aged men dressed in archaeological suits. They were all quite excited to see Zhou Fengchen awake.

The old clan chief said urgently, "Chenwa, something terrible has happened."

Zhou Fengchen suddenly felt extremely disgusted with the people in this town. Over the years, whenever something happened, he and his father would be there for them, but once things were fine, they would just ignore them. They would even complain about having too many chopsticks at mealtimes, showing no human touch whatsoever.

Seeing that Zhou Fengchen remained silent, a middle-aged man extended his hand and said, "Hello, Mr. Zhou, my surname is Zhang, you can call me Lao Zhang."

Zhou Fengchen didn't move, and asked, "What do you want to say?"

Old Zhang awkwardly withdrew his hand and said, "It's like this, I heard that you know about feng shui and have always lived on Xiaomi Mountain. The tombs in these mountains are from the pre-Qin period, and they are very ancient. The layout inside is very complicated. We have encountered some difficulties. Six people have died, and Professor Li and three others have also gone missing. I hope you can help us find them."

"Serves you right! Go to hell!"

Zhou Fengchen cursed, quickly finished the noodles, wiped his mouth, and ran outside.

He didn't care whether these people lived or died; he desperately wanted to go down and see what was happening down there—his father's life was at stake!

The old clan chief and the three members of the archaeological team looked at each other in bewilderment, and then quickly followed.

It was still drizzling outside. Several more cars had appeared at the foot of Xiaomi Mountain, and a group of people wearing raincoats were waiting anxiously, with a jumble of work tools piled up beside them.

The mountain has changed; there are holes everywhere, and some places have collapsed due to rain. Almost half of the small hill has been dug away.

Zhou Fengchen reached the foot of the mountain and began climbing straight up. Old Zhang followed anxiously behind, calling out, "Mr. Zhou, how many people do you need? What tools do you require?"

"Need my ass!"

Zhou Fengchen ran very fast, and only stopped when he reached the top of the mountain. He saw that the large rock that had been standing upright had turned completely black, and there were countless small holes under the rock.

He stared at it for a long time, then returned to the mountainside and crawled into the cave where he lived. Old Zhang and his group were inside. When they saw Zhou Fengchen, they said, "Yes, yes, the entrance is here."

Deep inside the cave, a drilling machine has dug out a dark tunnel. It is pitch black inside, and when you shine a flashlight on it, you can see a downward curve.

Old Zhang, thick-skinned as ever, shamelessly explained, "After exploration, this is the closest point to the underground palace. We originally planned to first pinpoint the exact location and general condition of the tomb before commencing construction and excavating the entire tomb. However, six people died on the first day alone. A few days ago, three members of the archaeological team went in to investigate and disappeared without a trace. The underground palace has still not been found. Last night, Professor Li and his team..."

He couldn't continue, because he noticed that Zhou Fengchen had covered his eyes with a tattered cloth.

"What is this...?" he asked in surprise.

Zhou Fengchen said in a deep voice, "Take the flashlight and come in with me." He then took the lead and walked inside.

Whether or not he saves people is irrelevant; he mainly wants to go down and take a look.

Old Zhang nodded, took the flashlight from the person next to him, and followed closely behind.

……

The two walked slowly forward in the dark cave inside the mountain. Old Zhang looked around and then at Zhou Fengchen, who was blindfolded but strolling around as if it were his own backyard. He asked, "Have you been down here before?"

Zhou Fengchen didn't speak. Before he was twelve, he had come down into the cave dozens of times. Each time, he was with his sister Zhou Linglong, blindfolded, with a red thread tied around their waists. Their father would hold the thread outside the cave, and he would follow Zhou Linglong into the cave until they reached a very cold place. Then Zhou Linglong would do something, and they would return together. As for the reason for doing so, neither Zhou Daoxing nor Zhou Linglong was willing to tell him.

Old Zhang, used to Zhou Fengchen's "habit" of ignoring people, chuckled and introduced the surroundings: "This is a natural karst cave inside the mountain, with a very complicated layout. There are many fragmented ancient architectural ruins on the ground, which is quite strange..."

Zhou Fengchen interrupted him and asked, "Where are Professor Li and the others most likely to be?"

Old Zhang paused for a moment, "If there are no irresistible external factors here, then they have likely found the underground palace, or are trapped somewhere."

"There's no danger now," Zhou Fengchen said. "The dead and the missing were all their own doing; they died because of their curiosity. Tell me when you reach the tunnel."

The two walked and stopped, and towards the end, Old Zhang kept shouting.

"Good heavens! We can't get through here! There's a natural mountain stream crevice on the side, and the bottom is nowhere in sight!"

"What is this? A pile of human bones? It's not a burial pit. Where are you going?"

"Where does the water come from inside the mountain? An underground river? My God, are we wading across?"

"We're going further and further underground!"

"what?"

At this moment, Old Zhang's tone changed, and he said excitedly, "A passageway has appeared! A tomb with a passageway is at least at the level of a feudal lord..."

"Don't speak!" Zhou Fengchen suddenly spoke up, "There's news from the agency..."

That's too late!

Puff puff……

A series of arrows shot out, and Zhou Fengchen immediately turned around and pulled Lao Zhang forward.

Whoosh...

The arrow grazed my scalp and struck the opposite wall with a loud creak.

Old Zhang lay on the ground, panting heavily. After a while, he asked with lingering fear, "Where are you going? This isn't the place Professor Li and the others went, otherwise the traps would have already been triggered."

"No matter which way they go, if they're still alive, they'll all end up in the same place." Zhou Fengchen got up. "Stop talking, just follow me."

The two continued onward, this time taking a little longer. When they reached the end, Old Zhang's voice trembled: "We've reached the underground palace. Professor Li and the others' equipment is by the door; they should be inside."

Zhou Fengchen suddenly ripped off the strip of cloth and looked ahead. He saw a huge bronze gate, covered in rust, which was now slightly ajar, letting out a chilly breeze.

"Go in, it's the end."

Zhou Fengchen's body trembled slightly. He had never seen what was inside. As he spoke, he slowly stepped onto the steps in front of the gate, with Old Zhang following behind.

As they entered through the bronze gate, a chill swept over them, but the two paid no heed to the cold, stunned by the sight before them.

What I saw was a void abyss, with a large mural of a shimmering, fluorescent sky above it. It depicted the sun, moon, stars, auspicious clouds, celestial birds, and divine beings, but its beauty was marred by a dense array of tiny holes.

Countless coffins of all shapes and sizes float mysteriously above the abyss beneath the murals, moving back and forth.

"This...this..." Old Zhang stammered, "This is unbelievable! This isn't an underground palace, what is this place? How can these coffins be floating? It's not scientific..."

Just then, a scream came from ahead. Old Zhang looked closely and was shocked. "It's Professor Li and the others! They've run into a huge coffin!"

Zhou Fengchen glanced at Professor Li and the others and said, "This is not a human tomb at all. You've wasted your time. The arrangement of these coffins is more complex than you can imagine. If Professor Li and the others want to return here, they'll probably have to wait until the next cycle."

Old Zhang asked instinctively, "How long will the next cycle take?"

Zhou Fengchen said, "If it's arranged according to the Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams, it will take one Jiazi (60 years)! If it's arranged according to the Zhou Tian Xing Dou (celestial constellations), it will take three Jiazi, or one hundred and eighty years!"

Old Zhang's eyes widened. "Then Professor Li and the others are doomed?"

"You won't die! Don't move!"

Zhou Fengchen suddenly jumped onto a coffin, and when he got close to another coffin, he leaped five or six meters across the dark abyss and jumped in.

They gradually approached Professor Li and his group.

Professor Li and the others huddled in a coffin, looking around in terror, almost collapsing. But then they witnessed a scene they would never forget: the country bumpkin from "Gejiaji" flew over like a god in the night.

……

One by one, they carried Professor Li and the others to the other side, which took three or four hours. Professor Li and the others were still in shock, slumped on the ground, looking at Zhou Fengchen, full of questions but not knowing how to ask them.

The pretty girl who had scolded Zhou Fengchen in town now looked at him with admiration.

However, Zhou Fengchen soon did something that made them want to curse.

"Xuan Liu, Thousand Strikes Break!"

Zhou Fengchen sprang up and threw a punch at the nearest coffin.

Since the contents of the coffin are gone, there's no need to keep them around to attract unwanted attention.

boom!

The coffin suddenly changed position, and then the earth began to shake, and the entire space began to collapse!