134: Chapter 134 Following the Clues! You call this dilapidated cave a feng shui treasure land?

“Achoo!”

A few kilometers away, deep inside a cave hidden within a cliff crevice, the Black-Robed Person who had just escaped sneezed violently.

It tugged at the charred wound on his face, making him wince in pain.

“Damn it... what on earth was that hidden weapon? Why does it smell like roasted meat?”

As he applied medicinal powder to his face, he cast a lingering, fearful glance back at the cave entrance.

After confirming no one was following him, he let out a long sigh of relief, straightened his disheveled black robe, and walked quickly toward the depths of the cave.

Little did he know.

Just a few kilometers behind him, a black Mercedes G-Class was tailing him like a ghost, unhurriedly.

“Boss, can we really find it?”

Marie asked while driving, twitching her nose.

As a vampire, her sense of smell was naturally keen.

But the smell of sulfur and rotting corpses in the surrounding area was too strong, severely interfering with her judgment.

“Don't worry.”

Su Yang leaned back in the passenger seat, toying with an unlit cigar in his hand.

“That wasn't ordinary cumin.”

“It was a special seasoning I mixed with the Thousand-Mile Soul-Tracking Incense. I originally intended to use it to track fast-running game.”

“I didn't expect to use it on a person first.”

As he spoke, Su Yang pointed toward a forest of jagged rocks ahead.

“Turn left, enter that canyon.”

As the car drove into the canyon, the surrounding light dimmed completely.

The rocks here had an eerie black-red color, as if they had been soaked in fresh blood for countless years.

On the cliffs on both sides, countless weathered coffins were densely hung—a hanging coffin burial.

At the deepest part of the canyon, a huge mountain shaped like a skull loomed, and in its two pitch-black eye sockets, flickering, ghostly green flames could be seen.

“My god... this place is too eerie.”

Reba looked at the hanging coffins swaying in the wind outside the window, feeling her scalp go numb, and instinctively gripped Su Yang's sleeve.

“This is called the Ten Thousand Ghosts Paying Homage Formation.”

Su Yang looked through the car window, assessing the surrounding terrain with a hint of disdain in his eyes.

“Using hanging coffins to gather Yin Qi, and then suppressing it with the power of thunder to form a natural corpse-raising ground.”

“The people living in this place either want to master a peerless evil art, or... they have a screw loose.”

“Regardless of which it is, their taste is terrible.”

The car stopped behind a huge rock.

There was no road ahead.

“Get out of the car.”

Su Yang pushed open the car door, and the cold wind mixed with snowflakes rushed in, making one's bones ache.

“Chu Ling, conceal our aura.”

“Marie, keep watch.”

“Reba... stay close to me.”

The four of them moved like ghosts through the forest of rocks and arrived at the base of the skull-shaped mountain.

They saw the Black-Robed Person who had escaped earlier stopping furtively in front of a seemingly ordinary stone wall, forming several hand seals with his hands and chanting something.

Rumble...

The stone wall slowly cracked open, revealing a downward passage that emitted dim yellow candlelight and a thick smell of blood.

The Black-Robed Person looked left and right before slipping inside.

The stone wall closed again.

“Heh, quite cautious.”

Su Yang led the three women out of the shadows and stood in front of the stone wall.

He reached out and touched the stone wall, which was covered in dense runes, with a layer of black light faintly flowing over them.

“A defensive Formation? And it's been refined with human blood sacrifice.”

Su Yang frowned slightly, touched a bit of black ash on the stone wall with his finger, and sniffed it.

“Boss, should we blow it open?”

Marie pulled a C4 plastic explosive from her pocket, looking excited.

“Crude.”

Su Yang rolled his eyes at her and pressed her hand down.

“This is the Blood Fiend Soul-Locking Formation. Forcing a blast will trigger a backlash of Yin Qi throughout the entire mountain. While it wouldn't hurt me, what if the ‘treasures’ in that cave get damaged?”

“Then what should we do?” Marie put the bomb away.

“Simple.”

Su Yang's lips curled into a mischievous smile as he turned to look at Chu Ling.

“Chu Ling, lend me some of your blood.”

Without a word, Chu Ling bit her fingertip and dripped a drop of golden-tinged zombie essence blood.

A Flying Zombie's blood is an extremely Yin and evil substance, and it is also the universal key to breaking this kind of blood-sacrificed Formation.

Su Yang used his finger to dip into the blood and quickly drew a reverse rune on the stone wall.

“Break!”

Hum—!

The originally impenetrable stone wall was like snow meeting the scorching sun; the layer of black light instantly dissolved, and the stone door slid open silently once again.

“It opened just like that?” Reba was dumbfounded.

“This is what you call professional.”

Su Yang straightened his collar and strode inside.

“Let's go, let's go inside and visit the mansion of these rats.”

The passage was very long and wound downwards.

The further down they went, the more spacious it became.

On the stone walls on both sides, a night-luminescent pearl was embedded every few meters, but the light they emitted was a ghastly green.

After walking for about five minutes, the space ahead suddenly opened up.

This was a huge natural cavern, as large as several football fields.

At the top of the cavern was a funnel-shaped skylight that led directly to the outside world.

At this moment, the thunderstorm outside was being drawn through this skylight by some force, continuously converging into a huge blood pool in the center of the cavern.

The blood pool was a hundred meters in diameter, with thick red liquid churning inside, and countless severed limbs and arms floating within it.

Around the blood pool, hundreds of people in black robes were kneeling, kowtowing to the blood pool, and chanting in a hair-raising manner.

Directly above the blood pool, a black stone platform was suspended.

On the stone platform sat an old man with a gaunt figure and white hair.

At this moment, the Black-Robed Person who had escaped was kneeling under the stone platform, trembling as he reported something.

“Trash!”

The white-haired old man suddenly opened his eyes, his voice as hoarse as two pieces of sandpaper rubbing together.

“You were just sent to test them, and you came back running with your tail between your legs?”

“And you lost a dozen Thunder Corpse Hounds?”

“Subordinate... subordinate knows their crime!”

The Black-Robed Person kowtowed frantically.

“But Protector! Those people are truly wicked! Especially the man leading them, he... he uses seasoning to kill!”

“Seasoning to kill?”

The white-haired old man sneered.

“Absurd! I think you've been scared out of your wits!”

“What use is trash like you? You might as well be sacrificed to the Holy Pool to make a contribution to the resurrection of Lord Lei Mo!”

As he spoke, the old man raised his gaunt claws, intending to grab the Black-Robed Person from a distance and drag him into the blood pool.

Just at this moment.

Clap, clap, clap!

A crisp sound of applause suddenly rang out in this cavern, filled with killing intent and the smell of blood.

Everyone's movements froze.

Hundreds of eyes turned in unison toward the entrance.

They saw Su Yang leaning against a stone pillar, holding a bag of unfinished potato chips, clapping while eating.

“Bravo, truly bravo.”

“This scene of workplace bullying is acted out even more realistically than in TV dramas.”

“But I say, old man.”

Su Yang pointed to the white-haired Protector, and then to the pool of churning blood below.

“With all this thunder and blood, you've made things so extreme.”

“Aren't you afraid that after this so-called Thunder Demon is resurrected... he'll get pink eye?”