252: Chapter 252 Are you here to steal the treasure or to smash it?

Bang!

Muzzle flashes bloomed, and bullets roared outward.

Then they flew straight into the dazzling golden sphere of light, precisely hitting the "culprit" that was creating the murderous intent.

Fang Cheng's eyes were cold and stern as he raised his guns with both hands and decisively pulled the trigger, firing at this priceless treasure full of temptation.

One shot, two shots, three shots...

His fingers pulled the trigger mechanically yet firmly without stopping, until the magazine was completely emptied.

However, all the fired bullets seemed to be blocked by an invisible barrier, and even the sound of hitting the target was never heard as they all dropped onto the stone platform.

The golden bumpa bottle only had its surrounding light tremble a few times, yet it seemed completely undamaged, still steadily suspended in the air.

Like a deity sitting high in the clouds, looking down on all living beings.

The Sanskrit chanting drifted lingeringly, and the golden light was as brilliant as before.

The bewitching magic of the heart remained undiminished, continuing to emit an aura of temptation all around.

Enticing those with weak minds to approach it unswervingly like moths flying into a flame.

However, after this battle.

It also underwent some changes, seemingly paying more attention to the someone who dared to defy it.

That Sanskrit chanting suddenly became even more pleasant and melodious, like celestial music from above the Nine Heavens, ethereal and clear, lingering around the ears in wisps.

Every note carried the magic of purifying the soul, instantly immersing people in it.

As the melody became gentle and tactful, the pitch gradually climbed, like a group of celestial maidens dancing gracefully in the air with fluttering robes, scattering petals transformed by light and shadow.

The listeners felt as if they were in a wonderland, with cloud-wreathed sacred mountains and glowing treasure halls appearing before their eyes.

Then, involuntarily moving their steps to the rhythm of the Sanskrit chanting, they approached the illusory realm step by step, intoxicated and forgetting the way back...

But.

Although it possessed spiritual intelligence, it did not know that the target it was facing possessed epic-level talent, and its resistance to curses and bewitchment had exceeded what ordinary people could imagine.

Seeing this scene, Fang Cheng swept his gaze across.

He looked at a dazed treasure hunter not far away, his sight landing on the submachine gun held in the man's hand.

Then he stepped forward quickly and snatched this more powerful weapon.

Following closely, he turned the muzzle, aimed at the golden bumpa bottle, and fiercely pressed the trigger.

Tat-tat-tat-tat-tat——

The submachine gun instantly spewed fierce tongues of fire, and bullets poured out like a rainstorm.

This time, there was indeed an obvious effect.

The frequency of the light flashing around the golden bumpa bottle began to accelerate, and circles of ripples appeared on the surface of the light sphere.

Even the surrounding air showed fluctuation phenomena, causing the lingering Sanskrit chanting to tremble involuntarily.

Just like the "zz" current noise generated in a player, forcibly intertwined with the gunfire melody.

The high-pitched part was as sharp as broken glass shards, and the low-pitched area was as soft as mush, so distorted that people were almost driven crazy.

This also allowed many treasure hunters to break free from the obsessional state controlled by the Sanskrit chanting.

They seemed to awaken from a big dream, with confusion and lingering fear in their eyes.

When they saw the companion walking at the very front swallowed by the golden sphere of light, they were instantly struck by lightning and woke up completely.

Then they panicked and retreated backward, stumbling and shoving each other, only wanting to be as far away from that bizarre light sphere as possible.

Which formed a sharp contrast with the scene of scrambling for it eagerly not long ago.

After finishing the magazine of one submachine gun, Fang Cheng's expression remained unchanged, and then he snatched another gun to continue the next round of intensive firing.

The professor, Baming, and a few other masters who barely maintained their willpower were all full of astonishment at this moment, watching Fang Cheng treat a rare peerless treasure so "violently".

In their hearts, this golden bumpa bottle was of immeasurable value, something that aberrants dreamed of but dared not profane.

Fang Cheng's move was no different from holding a fire poker, running into an antique shop, and smashing exquisite porcelain.

The others came to their senses and then watched this scene with dumbfounded expressions.

They only felt that Fang Cheng was like a fierce bandit who showed no tender care for jade, ravaging the goddess in their hearts.

This made them both shocked and incomprehensible, with an urge to step forward and stop him, yet acting too scared to speak out.

A trace of surprise flashed in Nailhead's eyes, and then the corners of his mouth hooked up, nodding slightly and applauding.

That appearance seemed to extremely appreciate Fang Cheng's act of "destroying flowers with ruthless hands", treating him as a person of the same path.

Tat-tat-tat-tat-tat——

The gunfire suddenly echoed in the Underground Vault, making people's eardrums ache from the vibration.

Under such violent firepower attack, the golden bumpa bottle finally could not hold on, and the light around its body began to flash sharply, showing signs of becoming dim.

As the light sphere area continued to shrink, the bullets finally passed through the invisible barrier and directly hit the bottle body.

Clang-clang-clang-clang-clang——

Accompanied by a crisp and pleasant impact sound, dazzling sparks splashed in all directions.

Fang Cheng's eyes were resolute, completely without the concerns of others, and the submachine gun in his hand continuously spewed tongues of fire.

The golden bumpa bottle suspended in the air shook violently, and was finally swept down from the stone platform by a burst of bullets.

With a "clang" sound, it smashed onto the ground, rolled around a few times, and got covered in dust all over the floor.

At the same time, that life-devouring golden sphere of light seemed to have lost its source of magic, suddenly collapsing and dissipating.

Just like after the formation core was damaged, the entire magic formation was forced to stop running.

The scene instantly fell into silence.

Whether it was the treasure hunters standing in the open or the sinister schemers lurking in the dark, they all wore shocked expressions, with wide-open eyes and slightly open mouths.

As if cast with a body-immobilization spell, their brains experienced a temporary crash, making it difficult to immediately digest the sudden change before their eyes.

When their gazes slowly fell upon the golden bumpa bottle that seemed to have fallen from the altar, they couldn't help but gasp.

On the elegant and exquisite bottle body, indented craters unexpectedly appeared.

The originally smooth and flawless surface became uneven and pitted, like shocking scars on a beauty's face.

Those dazzling five-colored gems, once upon a time, were embedded on it like the most dazzling stars in the night sky.

But now they were also hit by bullets, shattered into fine crystal fragments all over the ground, with dim light.

After this ravaging, this Buddhist supreme treasure seemed to shed all its mysterious halos, unable to restore its past grace and luxury.

In the dark secret room.

A row of closed-circuit televisions presented snowy screens, with messy white dots flashing incessantly.

Only a few screens remained stable, continuously transmitting clear images captured by the surveillance cameras.

On one of the screens, the picture was motionless as if frozen,

Looking closely, it was precisely the real-time scene from the Underground Vault.

Lu Shihua stared dead at a masked man in the picture with his eyes, his mouth wide open.

After being stunned for a long time, he couldn't help turning his head and looking incredulously at the head guard standing behind him:

"Does this guy have something wrong with his brain? Where on earth did he get found from?"

Lu Tao was also in a state of dumbfoundedness.

Feeling Lu Shihua's anger, he hurriedly bowed his head and repeatedly apologized:

"Reporting to the Second Elder, I am truly sorry, this... this... I really have no idea."

While speaking, sweat beads seeped from his forehead, and he muttered inwardly.

How can this kind of thing be blamed on my head? People have two legs, so they come whenever they want to.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help raising his head slightly again, glanced at the man in the screen, and muttered secretly:

"Little brother, are you here to plunder treasures, or to smash treasures?"

After the two successfully evacuated from the Underground Vault, relying on their familiarity with the manor's secret passages, they made their way to this surveillance room.

They originally intended to watch secretly through the surveillance screen how that group of treasure hunters couldn't resist the temptation, and were finally sucked dry of their vitality by the golden bumpa bottle, falling into the end of total annihilation.

They didn't expect that among this group of people who looked blinded by greed and saw only treasures in their eyes, such an outlier would actually appear.

This person's behavior completely broke the conventional routine, making it truly unpredictable.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

In the Underground Vault, the atmosphere was nearly frozen.

At this time, someone finally couldn't suppress their inner anxiety and resentment, jumped out, and loudly accused Fang Cheng:

"If you don't want the treasure, you can't just let us return empty-handed as well!"

Hearing this, the crowd couldn't help nodding and echoing one after another.

Their gazes all fell on the golden bumpa bottle that had undergone the baptism of gunfire.

Right now, this treasure was damaged in multiple parts, and the originally mysterious and complex patterns on the bottle body had also become blurred.

This situation inevitably made people feel worried, speculating whether it could still play a role.

If the mysterious power contained within it was damaged or even dissipated as a result.

Wouldn't all the previous efforts of everyone be like trying to fetch water with a bamboo basket in vain?

Fang Cheng glanced indifferently at that person, his eyes like substantial sharp blades:

"Do you want to fight with me?"

That man was tall and sturdy, and he was considered to have some prestige in the Dongdu underworld.

But at this moment, being swept by that look full of bone-chilling killing intent, it was like being poured with a basin of ice water from head to toe, causing him to shiver involuntarily.

Seeing that the situation was bad, a companion hurried forward and whispered a few words in his ear.

Seeing that man's face turn pale, he then hurriedly waved his hand and said:

"Brother, I didn't mean that. I just wanted to ask you to explain whether doing this implies any profound meaning, so as to avoid misunderstandings among everyone."

Saying that, he also gave a few dry laughs, looked around, and tried to brush it off: "Don't you all think so?"

Trying to ease the tense atmosphere with this.

Nailhead suddenly chuckled, breaking the current deadlock, and said:

"Whether the bottle is still useful or not, won't you know if you pick it up and take a look?"

As soon as these words came out, the crowd was momentarily stunned. That's right, it made sense.

So their gazes were cast once again at the golden bumpa bottle lying on the ground, full of bullet craters.

Each of them was eager to try, attempting to step forward and find out what was going on.

But thinking of the terrifying scene where it released golden light and swallowed living people earlier, they couldn't help feeling terrified again, their feet feeling as if they were nailed in place.

Everyone looked at me and I looked at you, hesitating in place, and no one dared to take that step first.

At this moment, a burst of messy footsteps suddenly came from outside, appearing particularly abrupt in this quiet and tense Underground Vault.

It seemed that other treasure hunters had broken through the defensive line and rushed in here one after another.

"Hey!"

The leader of the intruders was a fierce-looking stalwart man with flesh all over his face. His eyes stared like copper bells, and seeing everyone standing blankly, he immediately roared with a cracked-gong voice:

"What are you bunch of guys doing? Where on earth did the golden bumpa bottle go?"

The crowd cast their gazes at them, tacitly remaining silent.

This appearance instead made the intruders' hearts crawl with fear.

"Big Brother, the golden bumpa bottle seems to be lying on the ground."

A sharp-eyed lackey stretched out his hand and pointed in the direction of the stone platform, saying in a low voice.

"Hmm?"

The stalwart man knitted his brows into a knot and took two steps forward.

When he saw clearly the bullet-pitted, filthy golden bumpa bottle on the ground, the confusion on his face deepened.

"What's going on? How did this treasure get messed up like this?"

However, soon the confusion in his eyes was replaced by greed, and a fierce look surfaced on his face.

"Never mind whether they are cursed or became mutes, let's grab it first! As long as this treasure falls into my hands, I guarantee you a life of glory and wealth for the rest of your lives, and you won't have to worry about anything!"

Hearing this, this group of people instantly abandoned their doubts and swarmed up like hungry wolves pouncing on food.

Nailhead stood at the doorway, the corners of his mouth hooking up into a bizarre smile.

The earlier treasure hunters had a bit of expectation in their gazes, their feet moving subconsciously, ready to join the ranks of looting at any time.

Fang Cheng turned sideways, making way for the guy who ran the fastest.

This person was as thin as a monkey, but his martial skills were extremely agile. With a swish, he darted out from the crowd, rushed to the side of the stone platform in a few bounds, and picked up the golden bottle with lightning speed.

Then his face blossomed with extreme joy, and he blurted out:

"I got it!"

His voice was out of tune due to excitement.

Seeing this, the others' eyes instantly turned red, and they immediately crowded around, their intention to snatch it overflowing in words.

"A-Liang, Xiaohu, protect me!"

The thin monkey was obviously the leader of another team. He hugged the golden bottle tightly with both hands and shouted hurriedly:

"I feel the power of the golden bumpa bottle. As long as I absorb the energy inside, wiping out this bunch of people will be as easy as turning over one's hand."

His face was filled with a complacent smile, as if he had already seen the scene of himself dominating a region with the help of the treasure.

But in a flash, the smile froze on his face, replaced by an extremely terrified scream:

"What's going on?!"

Before his voice fell, a terrifying scene arrived abruptly.

I saw his palms as if they had been drained of moisture, rapidly shriveling down, with wrinkled skin sticking tightly to the bones.

Following closely, his arms, face, and body all seemed to be frantically sucked of blood by an invisible evil power.

The whole person quickly became withered like a withered wood, with sunken eye sockets and prominent cheekbones, and the originally fitting clothes hung loosely on his body.

"Brother Dao, throw away the bottle quickly!"

The two companions perceived the abnormality, stretched out their hands in a panic, and wanted to help pry open the bottle.

But that golden bottle was just like growing on his hand, sticky and motionless, and even they themselves were stuck, beginning to experience symptoms of dizziness and fatigue.

The stalwart man from just now stared blankly at this scene and gasped.

For the first time in his life, he was glad that he ran relatively slowly.

At this moment, Baming, holding a box, had his eyes flash slightly and shouted immediately:

"Good brothers, I'm coming to save you!"

While speaking, he stepped forward quickly.

His sight was not on the three unlucky ghosts who were turning into dried corpses, but was firmly locked onto the golden bumpa bottle emitting a faint glow.

Obviously, he was harboring the intention of storing this evil and bizarre object with a metal box.

Several other masters also moved upon hearing the news, their figures flashing abruptly and charging straight over.

Seeing this scene, they were no longer afraid in their hearts, knowing that the opportunity to seize the treasure had truly arrived.

As long as they didn't directly touch the bottle body, this thing was completely without danger to them.

In the blink of an eye, the Underground Vault was like a lit powder keg, exploding with a bang.

The other teams that were still watching, seeing that the situation was completely out of control, also instantly discarded their hesitation and immediately joined the melee of competing for the treasure.

By this moment, the oath spell had long since failed.

Everyone completely lacked all the previous concerns and completely plunged into madness and violence.

Fists and feet intersected, and roars came in waves.

Sharp blades flashed with cold light under the dim light, bringing up splashing blood flowers.

Bullets roared and shuttled through the crowd, and wherever they went, screams rang out continuously.

Some people, in order to seize the initiative, did not hesitate to kill their former companions painfully.

Some people were knocked crookedly, but they still refused to give up, climbed up, and plunged headlong into the melee again, their eyes red and bloodshot.

Of course, there were also those who relied on team member cooperation, trying to find a glimmer of opportunity in the chaos, carry the treasure, break through heavy encirclements, and escape from this place.

In the dim light, figures were swaying, and it was impossible to tell who was who.

Only the constantly sounding fighting and shouting intertwined and echoed, making this Underground Vault as tragic as an Asura field.

Fang Cheng frowned slightly, standing quietly in the corner and watching from the sidelines.

His gaze swept across the surveillance camera hidden in the dark and flashing with red light.

Then, he looked at the mysterious person's gang and Nailhead.

Now only the few of them remained calm, not swept away by the wave of madness, and did not join this cruel slaughter.