Repugnant Gateway Chapter 258

An Zhan and Chen Shaobai clearly heard the horn. Their first reaction was to find a place to hide.

There was nothing on the side, so they could only hide behind the stone statues of the Demon Beasts guarding the tomb.

But after a long time, the sound of the horn gradually receded, but nothing happened.

Chen Shaobai stuck his head out to take a look, then he asked An Zhan, ""Do you believe that there are ghosts in this world?""

""Yes.""

""I thought you didn't believe it.""

""What are you trying to say?""

Chen Shaobai: ""If the one in front of us is really a tomb of an ancient saint, then you and I might encounter many strange things inside.""

Some people said that once one's cultivation reached a certain level, their soul would not disperse. It was unknown if this was true or false.

What should we do if you say that we saw the soul of the ancient sage in the tomb? ""

""Hello, hello,"" said Anjou. ""We are here to visit.""

Chen Shaobai stared at An Ying, then he started to rub his hands. ""The tomb of an ancient saint. This time, my luck is really good.""

An Zou: ""If you had more time to follow me, any kind of luck might not have come.""

Chen Shaobai: ""Are you saying that you were the one who brought me this good luck?""

Can you stop being so narcissistic?

""I was the one who brought you into this secret realm, how did it become you who brought me good luck?""

An Zaiyue didn't want to say anything. No one would believe him even if he explained.

""Qi Tian didn't come down, let's be careful.""

An Zhan said a few words, then he took the lead and walked in.

Both of them had never seen an ancient saint before, so they naturally hadn't seen an ancient saint's tomb.

Thus, he wasn't sure whether the massive cemetery in front of him was ancient or not, but he always felt that it was extremely eerie and terrifying. Who knew what would appear next?

The ancient tomb's door, was actually open.

An Zhan frowned slightly. ""Be careful, someone came in.""

Chen Shaobai's face slightly changed, ""That makes no sense. Ever since this secret realm was discovered, it has been in my father's hands. Even he used it for the first time, so no one could have entered before us.""

""Your father has a big heart. He has no idea what he's talking about and dares to throw you in.""

Chen Shaobai: ""And you.""

""I'm not his son.""

Chen Shaobai: ""The moment you said that, I immediately felt sad and sad … Let's go, let's take a look inside.""

""I didn't feel any sadness at all.""

Chen Shaobai: ""The thing that makes me different from you is that you grew up in a miserable place like the Cang Man Mountain's Long Ju City.

However, I grew up in an environment ten thousand times worse than yours, so my mentality is much better than the average person.

""So when I went to live in the city, I felt like I was in heaven.""

An Zhan looked at Chen Shaobai, seemingly wanting to see the answer from his face.

Chen Shaobai habitually shrugged his shoulders, ""Let me tell you this, if you have a father, I will be the head of a sect, and everyone in the sect would worship your father as a god.""

He laid a great foundation for you before you, and you were his only son, and he didn't want to make you a second generation, idling playboy because of it.

""So he sent you to hell early in the morning …""

Chen Shaobai smiled, concealing the sadness behind his eyes. ""So, when you come back from hell, you will see heaven everywhere.""

An Zaibao was not a very comforting person. He just patted Chen Shaobai on the shoulder.

Entering through the entrance of the necropolis, it wasn't that big.

Looking at the huge structure of the necropolis outside, it gave off the feeling that it was a watermelon half a meter in size, slicing open the one-inch-long watermelon pulp inside.

An Zhan took a few steps forward and then pulled Chen Shaobai.

""What's wrong?""

""There's the smell of blood.""

""Why didn't I smell it?""

""That's because you smell less.""

It was dark inside, so he couldn't see very far.

An Zhe summoned a piece of holy fish scale from the Blood Pearl bracelet. The gentle white light emitted from the scales of the holy fish also gave people some comfort in their hearts.

An Xuan extended a finger, and the scales of the Sacred Fish slowly flew out.

A few dozen seconds later, An Zhe and Chen Shaobai's expressions changed at the same time.

Where the scales of the holy fish could reach, a corpse lay.

""How long has it been since your father obtained this secret plane?""

""At least... at least, I don't know.""

It should have been a long time ago, at least before I was born. ""

""The smell of the dead man's blood is still so strong. It seems like he just died a short time ago.""

An Zeng slowly walked over, keeping his guard up at all times.

He walked closer to take a look, then he turned around and stood in front of Chen Shaobai.

Chen Shaobai: ""What are you doing?""

An Zhan said, ""Stop looking.""

Chen Shaobai: ""Why!""

He came around behind Anjou, and again Anjou stood in front of him.

Chen Shaobai laughed. In terms of speed, you really couldn't compare to me. With a flash, he moved to the side and then appeared behind An Zeng.

However, when he saw the corpse on the ground, his face immediately turned deathly pale.

The person who died was Chen Shaobai.

An Chou patted the frozen Chen Shaobai on the shoulder. ""This kind of thing is nothing. Maybe the moment we entered, we fell into some kind of hallucination.""

So what you see may not all be true. ""

Chen Shaobai squatted beside the corpse. After a moment of silence, he pulled up the sleeve of the corpse. An inch or so above his wrist was a vermilion birthmark.

After seeing this birthmark, Chen Shaobai's face turned even uglier. The corners of his mouth were even pulled out: ""Fuck … It really is me!""

An Zeng crouched down beside him and examined the corpse carefully, but he couldn't find any injuries on the front.

He turned the body over, then froze.

The back of Chen Shaobai's head had been smashed into pieces, and a bronze bell was embedded into his skull.

Chen Shaobai looked at An Zeng, and An Zaihe looked at him.

""How many do you have?""

Chen Shaobai: ""Just one.""

An Zhan said, ""So … I killed you.""

The corpse looked like it had just died not long ago, and its body was still warm.

Blood was still trickling down the wound, and from the time it had been there, no more than five minutes had passed.

The bronze bell was embedded in the back of Chen Shaobai's head, and the blood had already dyed the bell red.

Chen Shaobai was silent for a long time, and then he asked, ""Why did you kill me?""

An Zhan was also silent for a long time. ""I don't know.""

Chen Shaobai then laughed: ""So you don't even need to think about why. You don't even know why you killed me, so of course you didn't kill me.""

""You're right, this must be an illusion …""

However, An Chou could tell from Chen Shaobai's expression that there was some hatred for complicated things.

In truth, An Zaiyue also knew that illusions had flaws after all.

For example, the scarlet birthmark on Chen Shaobai's arm. If the person who created the illusion didn't know of this secret, then the illusion created by Chen Shaobai wouldn't have this birthmark.

""Move forward.""

An Zeng thought for a moment, then took out the bronze bell and handed it to Chen Shaobai. ""Perhaps this is not a good omen, so temporarily take this bell back.""

Chen Shaobai shook his head. ""There's no need.""

An Zhan thrust the bell into Chen Shaobai's hand. ""Take it. Since you've seen it, you must be careful.""

Chen Shaobai thought for a moment, then put away the bell. ""That's fine too. Let's see what else you can use to kill me later.""

The two of them turned around and looked at the corpse. Chen Shaobai sighed and said that it was not easy to watch himself die in such a miserable manner. Then, he took the lead and walked inside.

After hesitating for a moment, he turned around to take another look.

He saw that the dead Chen Shaobai slowly sat up, his face covered in blood. He picked out the bronze bell from the back of his head and then extended his hand as if he were handing it over to An Zeng.

He sat there with a grin on his face …

An Zhe felt as if his heart was about to explode. He immediately pulled Chen Shaobai, who was in front of him, to a stop.

Chen Shaobai turned around to ask what was going on, while An Zou pointed at the corpse.

Chen Shaobai looked over … the corpse was still lying on the ground.

""You're not scared, are you?""

Chen Shaobai said with a smile, ""I don't even care about myself, don't you dare say that.""

""Move forward, this grandpa wants to see which bastard is trying to scare us.""

The body did not move.

The two of them walked forward until they arrived at the end of the main hall of the necropolis and saw a throne.

The throne was large, but simple.

It should have been made of stone. Judging from the material and color of the stone, it wasn't a treasure. They were all ordinary stones.

The throne was empty.

""That's the shell.""

An Zhan said to Chen Shaobai and then he walked up to him. With a flick of his wrist, he took out the Ice Soul Dagger.

Ice Soul was a peak red rank magic item. The material it was made from was very special. If the person forging the Ice Soul was of a higher standard, then a gold rank treasure would be forged.

The Icy Soul was very sharp. In terms of its sharpness, An Zhe felt that it was second only to the Dark Ran Sword in terms of magic tools.

He used the Icy Soul to cut a crack in the rock, then with a pry and pull, a stone was pulled out.

The stone was square, about a foot in size.

It seemed that someone had deliberately sealed up the throne with a stone, and no one knew what the purpose of this action was.

It took An Zeng more than ten minutes to dig up the pile of stones around the throne, and the whole hall immediately lit up.

A dazzling white light emanated from the throne, giving it a holy feeling.

""Why is it so big!""

Chen Shaobai came over to take a look. ""Is this … a riddle?""

""It is said that the largest trident that anyone has ever seen is only a meter or so, and that it weighs six or seven hundred pounds … and it is something from the deep sea.""

It looks like it's at least six or seven meters long. Why would it be here? ""

The shape of this thing was very strange, but the thing in front of him was like a natural throne.

An Zhe thought back to the Lei Chi Temple, which had been tempering his body earlier, and looked at the throne in front of him. It seemed that many things were closely related to the Buddhist Sect in the Western Regions.

Isn't that the ancestor of the Ancient Hunters?

Why is there so much about the Buddhist Sect?

I should have asked Qi Tian in the first place, but now I don't have a clue.

""Something's wrong.""

""This is the back of the throne.""

Chen Shaobai also saw it, ""Yeah, he should have his back facing us.""

But why was the throne set aside like this? Was the person who sat on it always facing the wall?

""If it's a wall, why did you grab such a big chair for yourself?""

He took a few steps forward and grasped the side of the throne with both hands.

Anjou tried to stop him, but it was too late.

Chen Shaobai grabbed the throne and exerted force. A creaking sound came from below, as if some mechanism had been activated.

The throne itself began to slowly turn around, and the mechanism below cracked loudly. It was so ear-piercing in the quiet hall.

An Zhan and Chen Shaobai retreated back at the same time, both of them on alert, with serious expressions on their faces.

The movement of the throne was slow, and evidently extremely heavy.

The moment the throne turned, the two of them almost stopped breathing.

Sitting on the throne was a...

A dead dispute had a hole in the forehead with a black oil-paper umbrella stuck in it. The umbrella was not opened, but was still stuck there, blood still dripping down from the handle.

Drip, drip, drip …"

Chapter end