156: Chapter 156 Underground Palace

Ayugu's words startled the old woman and the four burly men for a moment.

They leaned forward and stared at the card for a long time.

"A legal ID card? Is this some kind of powerful magical artifact?" The eldest uncle scratched his head with a puzzled expression.

"Can it ride a high-speed train? What kind of powerful mount is that? Is it even faster than Mom's Purple Gold Centipede?" The second uncle asked in a muffled voice.

Meanwhile, the old woman distressedly pulled Ayugu's hand and kept blowing warm air on it.

"No matter what magical artifact it is, it's good as long as my baby is back."

"Come, Mom brought you your favorite Sky Cicada Pupa Bursting Candy this time. Hurry and eat one to warm up your stomach. Look at how cold these little hands are."

As she spoke, the old woman pulled out an emerald-green, eerily writhing insect cocoon from her pocket and handed it to Ayugu's mouth.

Ayugu pinched her nose and retreated desperately.

"I'm not eating it! I already told you that what I ate outside was chocolate and potato chips! This thing is too disgusting!"

"Nonsense! This Sky Cicada Pupa has been buried in the soil for thirty years and has absorbed the essence of the earth; it's the most nourishing. Be a good girl and eat one."

The old woman wore a stubborn expression, her eyes filled with doting affection that was about to overflow.

Lin Ye stood aside with his hands in his pockets.

Watching this scene, a shrewd glint belonging to a capitalist flashed in his eyes.

"Overprotective and utterly irrational doting parents—such people are often the most likely to pay a high premium for their children."

He inwardly evaluated the thickness of the wallet of the Wangu Ancient Tribe.

"Manager Lin, trust you have been well since we last met."

A hoarse voice came from not far away.

Blind Chen leaned on a blind staff, supported by two disciples of the Mud and Water Travelers, and walked over slowly.

His right leg walked steadily and powerfully, completely devoid of its previous hesitation.

"Old Patriarch Chen, your legs and feet have become much more agile." Lin Ye smiled faintly.

"Thanks to Manager Lin's blessing."

Blind Chen cupped his fists again.

His appearance caused quite a few people in the camp of the Mud and Water Travelers to cast sideways glances.

As the old patriarch, Blind Chen being so polite to Lin Ye now naturally set an example for the rest of the Mud and Water Travelers.

At this moment, in the darkest corner of the basin,

a huge black tent stood amidst the pile of rocks.

Around the tent, a strong stench of burnt paper effigies and the smell of rotting human flesh permeated the air.

That was the camp of the Yinshan Sect.

Several elders of the Yinshan Sect, dressed in black robes and exuding deathly auras all over, were staring fixedly in Lin Ye's direction.

If glances could kill, Lin Ye would probably have been hacked into ten thousand pieces by now.

After all, in Jiangzhou, Lin Ye had utterly smashed their Yinshan Sect's peripheral forces and core formation, the Hundred Ghosts Night Parade, and even hacked one of their tribute elders to death across the internet connection.

But even though these old fellows were gritting their teeth, not a single one of them dared to step half a step out of the tent.

Leng Yue and Frost Star stood right behind Lin Ye.

The auras of these two ultimate fierce entities were like the Sword of Damocles hanging high above their heads, capable of obliterating all hundred or so members of the Yinshan Sect here at any moment.

As for the camp of the official The Ninth Bureau,

they occupied the central area with the best terrain.

Several towering spiritual power radar satellite receivers were operating frantically.

Dozens of agents wearing specially made alloy combat armor and holding heavy rune firepower patrolled the surroundings.

Leading them was a middle-aged man with a square face and a solemn expression.

He was Deputy Director Gao Guoliang of the first division of The Ninth Bureau, and also the highest on-site commander this time.

Deputy Director Gao Guoliang glanced at Deputy Captain Chu Hongyan, who had just returned to the team.

"Is that the young man who flattened the air-raid shelter in the northern part of the city?"

Deputy Director Gao Guoliang asked in a low voice, his tone carrying a trace of doubt.

"It is him. Not only did he rescue thirty agents of the second division, but he also beheaded the Yin Merchant, an executive of the Yellow Springs Market."

Deputy Captain Chu Hongyan's expression was solemn.

"Deputy Director, absolutely do not go and provoke him. Although the conditions he offered are harsh, he has the strength to back them up."

Deputy Director Gao Guoliang did not speak, merely taking a deep look at Lin Ye as a trace of deep thought flashed across the depths of his eyes.

"Rumble—!"

Just at the moment when the atmosphere within the entire basin was bizarrely intertwined and all factions harbored different thoughts,

a muffled loud noise suddenly came from deep beneath Death Valley.

The earth trembled violently.

Countless gravel tumbled down the cliffs on both sides, smashing into the center of the basin and stirring up dust filling the sky.

"The underground palace's grand formation is about to open!"

I don't know who shouted loudly.

Everyone's gaze instantly shifted to the pitch-black abyss in the center of the basin.

On the other side of the abyss, the heavy fog abruptly parted a corner.

A procession composed of hundreds of "Soul Detaining Envoys" wearing black raincoats slowly walked out from the depths of the mist.

Their pace was uniform, and their movements were rigid.

On their shoulders, they carried a gigantic bronze coffin that was fully five meters long, its surface covered with green rust and runes.

Eight black chains as thick as an adult's thighs were tightly wrapped around the coffin.

Every time the chains shook, they emitted a metallic clashing sound that made one's soul tremble.

"Yellow Springs Market!"

Deputy Director Gao Guoliang's eyes turned fierce as he waved his hand.

"First Squad, build the defense line! Level Two Spiritual Energy Cannons, prepare to charge!"

In The Ninth Bureau's camp, a roar of pulling bolt-action rifles and machinery running instantly sounded.

Practitioners of the orthodox Taoist sects also successively drew their magical swords, waiting in full battle array.

The old woman of the Wangu Ancient Tribe also stopped doting on Ayugu.

Her eyes, filled with deathly aura, stared at the gigantic bronze coffin, and the skull walking stick in her hand heavily slammed against the ground, emitting a harsh, muffled sound.

"Such heavy evil aura. Could what is packed inside this coffin be the legendary tomb-guarding ancient corpse of the Dayu Dynasty?"

Lin Ye stood in place without moving.

He reached out and felt inside his trouser pocket.

The ashes transformed from the rubbing paper obtained from his grandfather's old letter seemed to still retain a faint warmth.

The black bronze fragment began to vibrate frantically in his pocket, emitting a slight humming sound.

"The time has come."

Lin Ye narrowed his eyes.

He looked at the dark purple deathly aura that began to gush outward frantically from deep within the abyss, as well as the gigantic bronze coffin that began to tremble violently, as if something was about to break free from inside.

He turned his head and glanced at Leng Yue and Frost Star by his side.

"Wives."

The corners of Lin Ye's mouth hooked into a bloodthirsty and cruel arc.

"The gates of the underground palace are already open."

"Once we go in later, anyone who dares to snatch our resources will be physically given last rites."

Leng Yue smiled enchantingly, and within her dark golden eyes, the flames of the Red Lotus Karmic Fire leaped frantically.

As for Frost Star, she raised the dark blue bone knife in her hand high, her small face flush with an excited, morbid flush.

"Frost Star's big meal is finally about to be served!"