Eternal Life Starts as a Hunter-Chapter 162 - 100: Mission Accomplished, Drawn into the Mass Grave Ghost Realm
"I’m here," Zhao Xiantong grinned broadly, baring his teeth.
Ming Shu didn’t say much either, and shouted, "If you want to enter the treasure vault, follow me..."
With that, she turned and ran.
Zhao Xiantong watched her figure and suddenly froze, feeling a strange sense of familiarity, as if... as if he had seen this woman before.
After reaching the Sixth Grade, senses of sight, hearing, smell, taste, touch, as well as emotions and memory would all be enhanced. Although he hadn’t achieved an unforgettable memory, he could still remember a face.
"It’s not as if I’ve seen her before, it’s that I... have truly seen her. But where?"
Zhao Xiantong recalled as he saw that young lady running far ahead; he didn’t think much more and hurriedly chased after her.
He planned to take action, but only after seeing the treasure vault.
The rest of the guards quickly followed.
As they left, another figure emerged from the alley entrance.
In the dark puddle, a White Sparrow perched on this figure’s shoulder.
The White Sparrow flapped its wings and drew a clear, cold trail in the air, flying high above, revealing the complex, crisscrossed alleyways.
The figure followed silently, as if a ghost.
Thud thud...
Thud thud thud...
Footsteps echoed, quickly winding into the mountains.
The Mountain Gang Treasure Vault being in the mountains made sense, but the vault surely had poisons and traps, something Zhao Xiantong was already prepared for.
Yet at this moment, he was still pondering over that question.
"That woman named Ming Shu, I’ve seen...
But where have I seen her?"
He quickly recalled.
Scenes flashed through his mind.
One scene:
In front of the Mass Grave, members of the Mountain Gang and even the servants and womenfolk all knelt in front of the pit.
One by one, they were taken for questioning about the treasure vault’s location. Those who didn’t know were beheaded with a swift swing of the Ghost Head Blade, their heads thrown into the pit along with their bloodied bodies.
Another scene:
The remnants of the Mountain Gang launched a surprise attack, which, when uncovered, led to their frantic escape, while he laughed and gave chase.
That night, just like this rainy, dark night.
He chased in front, accompanied by many soldiers behind.
He caught one and directly crushed their bones, tossing them backward.
Thud thud thud...
Thud thud...
The footsteps grew more urgent.
Turning a corner, faintly, ahead appeared a small wooden hut, deeply hidden. The path leading there was so peculiar that without guidance, one wouldn’t find this place.
Ming Shu directly entered the hut, followed by others from the Blood Scissors group.
As Ming Shu entered the hut, the White Sparrow in the heights suddenly froze, as did Li Yuan, a cold chill surged up his spine, and his heart pounded uncontrollably.
The once unremarkable wooden hut suddenly displayed a blood-red question mark above it.
Li Yuan saw Zhao Xiantong still some distance away, suddenly accelerated his pace, and shouted, "Brother Zhao, turn back! That is the Ghost Realm!"
Zhao Xiantong was focused on Ming Shu, and upon seeing her enter, presumed it was some kind of basement area.
At the same time, he quickly rummaged through his memory.
That unexpected shout from behind made him suddenly halt, his hairs standing on end.
In the next instant, he remembered.
Ming Shu...
Ming Shu’s face, he truly had seen it before.
He had personally shattered the Blood Shirt of that woman and tossed her behind, and later, when she was found by soldiers, she was on the brink of death after being toyed with, her face covered in blood and dirt, which is why he didn’t recognize her then.
Then, that woman was also taken to the Mass Grave’s edge, routinely interrogated about the Mountain Gang Treasure Vault, and when she did not respond, her head was also chopped off and thrown into the Mass Grave.
"Clearly dead, yet suddenly reappeared, leading people from Shanbao County seeking revenge?"
Zhao Xiantong’s mind buzzed, his stomach churned as if plunged into an ice cave; abruptly, he stopped, flipped over, and sprinted back, scrambling several hundred meters before stopping.
Yet even as he stopped, he was still filled with lingering fear. Turning back, he saw no small hut, but rather... a Mass Grave.
The grey-yellow soil, soaked by rainwater, formed a massive concave pit, over which flies buzzed, for the corpses buried within had long rotted and stank.
"Thank you..." Zhao Xiantong panted, having spotted the person who had just warned him.
If not for this person, he would’ve already found his way into the Ghost Realm.
"Damn, how did a Ghost Realm form?" he muttered.
And soon, he sensed something was off, for the person approaching carried a strange weapon.
Zhao Xiantong warily looked up, barely uttering "You," only to see the person charging towards him, thrusting a spear.
Zhao Xiantong was filled with question marks.
What does this mean?
You just warned me, and now you attack me?
What is happening?
His body fluttered gracefully, like a dancing butterfly, shifting slightly in a seemingly impossible move...
Unfortunately, he was still struck by the spear.
Snap...
Snap snap snap...
His Blood Shirt shattered, and he was pinned to the ground by the spear.
"Not bad, you almost dodged my spear." Li Yuan couldn’t help but praise.
You must understand, his current power level was "505", whereas Zhao Xiantong’s maximum power level was only "388."
The gap was so large, yet he almost dodged a casual thrust, indicating that reaching the Sixth Grade indeed brought about qualitative changes in some areas.
"I’ll give you another chance." Li Yuan withdrew his spear.
Zhao Xiantong said nothing further, hitting the ground and unleashing a "whoosh" sound as his blood flowed through his body, akin to a flood tide, a tidal wave.
He bolted to the other side.
Swish!!
Li Yuan thrust his spear again.
Zhao Xiantong, as if having eyes in the back of his head, anticipated Li Yuan’s thrust, and where he should have stepped to the right, he pivoted to the left.
