Tomb raiding: The awesome life that started from Ganggangyingzi

Chapter 149 Little Eight Enters the Village and Loots Everything

Yang Xueli, sitting on the altar, looked at the two people who were being beaten so badly that she was speechless.

With a flash, he crushed several dried-up watermelons in mid-air, and as soon as he landed, he swung out the Vajra Umbrella in his hand.

This thing is made entirely of refined steel and is quite heavy, weighing over twenty pounds.

When opened, it can defend against traps and hidden weapons; when folded, it resembles a heavy mace. Since it is pointed at both ends, it is quite powerful whether swung or used to stab.

These mummies are all missing limbs if they are hit, and if a watermelon is hit, it will explode.

With Yang Xueli's help, Lao Hu and Wang Pangzi finally breathed a sigh of relief, but both of them were extremely embarrassed.

Unexpectedly, his attempt to show off backfired, and he could only vent his anger on the dried corpse.

More than an hour passed, and without Ji Haobo's help, the four of them finally killed all the mummies.

However, they were both exhausted. Old Hu and Fatty Wang were panting heavily, and when they stopped, their hands, which had been wielding knives, felt weak and powerless.

Yang Xueli was in a similar situation. Since she didn't have the strength to swing the Vajra Umbrella with her hands, she used her legs to perform the Kui Xing Kick the Dipper.

Although it is more powerful, once a dried corpse is kicked, it is basically never intact.

However, it also puts a greater strain on the body; if Ji Haobo hadn't been supporting her, she wouldn't have been able to stand up.

Compared to them, Lara fared a bit better, but after emptying two Desert Eagle magazines and firing hundreds of bullets, both her hands were trembling.

"Huff...huff, this damn battle was exhausting, but it was also incredibly exhilarating. I just killed over a hundred zombies!"

"Phew...that's right, that's right, this is even more fun than when I was fighting monkeys on the battlefield."

Ji Haobo rolled his eyes and sneered in annoyance:

"Hey! You two idiots still have the nerve to brag? Who was just used as a punching bag?"

"Uh...uh...that, mistake...mistake, haha!"

Fatty Wang and Old Hu exchanged a glance and gave an awkward, dry laugh.

"Hmph! With your physical abilities, if you had complete control over your own strength, you wouldn't be this exhausted."

Ji Haobo glared at the two of them, massaging Yang Xueli and Laura's hands and feet to relax their muscles while scolding them:

"What kind of weaklings are these mummies? You could have dealt with them with 30% of your strength, but you insisted on using your full power. What, do you want them to die a few times over?"

Fighting is not about recklessly charging into battle. First, you must assess the situation, consider your opponent and the environment, find factors that are advantageous to you, and defeat the opponent with minimal losses.

Ji Haobo chattered on for the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, pointing out their individual problems. After resting for a while, he led the group up to the third floor.

There were also many people kneeling and worshipping in front of the altar, but not so many people below who were naked and bound.

Not only are their hands and feet free, but they are also covered in coarse linen clothing.

These creatures also rose from the dead when they entered, and they were far more powerful than the mummies.

But they were facing Ji Haobo, who swiftly and decisively cut them down.

Without dawdling, the group went up to the fourth floor, where more than twenty coffins appeared, surrounding the altar.

"Damn, it's finally time to ship! I thought it was just a bunch of rice dumplings coming and going!"

When Fatty Wang saw that there were coffins, and so many of them, his face immediately broke into a wide smile.

"Haobo, each level of this nine-story demon tower has subtle differences, as if it's a hierarchical system."

"Hehe, Shirley is right. The Nine-Story Demon Tower originated from the Demon Kingdom, a religious country without a king."

Ji Bo laughed and nodded, walked to the coffin and slapped the lid off, revealing a gorgeously dressed mummified corpse inside, along with some burial objects such as gold and jade.

"See that? The first level is for livestock, the second for slaves, the third for commoners, and this fourth level belongs to wealthy merchants and the like."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fatty Wang's eyes lit up when he looked at the burial goods inside.

"Wow! This person is really rich; their stuff is quite nice."

As he spoke, he stabbed the changing mummified corpse with a knife, and then, with a smile on his face, he even stripped the mummified corpse of its clothes.

His smooth and effortless maneuver left the people next to him speechless.

"Brother Bo, what else is up there?"

Compared to Fatty Wang, who only had eyes for the treasure, the others were more curious about who would be on the upper levels.

"It's hard to say what level is at the top, but at the very top is the bone of the Serpent God. That thing represents the Serpent God, a supreme being."

Having said this, Ji Haobo saw that Fatty Wang had already packed up the contents of the coffin, so he slapped off another coffin lid and told him to rummage through it. Only then did he continue talking to the others:

"Below the serpent god is the Pure Vision Agama, which is a snake with a fleshy growth on its head and is extremely venomous;

It dies instantly after being bitten, without even time for rescue; it is the most loyal follower of the snake god.

The next level down is the Ghost Mother, who possesses boundless demonic eyes; it is said that they are chosen from countless young girls.

This lineage is extremely perverse; only the one who becomes the Ghost Mother can live, while the rest are disposed of like garbage, in a truly tragic manner.

Below the Demon Mother are the High Priests, who possess the ability to control insect beasts, namely the wolves and the Dapu demon insects.

These ranks represent the ruling class of the Demon Kingdom; those below can only be assumed to be nobles or similar groups.

The group felt their scalps tingle as they listened. Putting aside the cruelty of the Ghost Mother's selection, the snake called the Pure Vision Agama alone was enough to send chills down their spines.

"Bo, do you think there's that snake up there?"

Laura felt a chill run down her spine, her gaze involuntarily drifting towards the stairs leading up to her, fearing that the strange snake might suddenly appear.

"How would I know? Everyone, let's hurry up and open the coffin, deal with these things, and then go up to take a look."

Ji Haobo didn't expect Laura to be afraid of snakes, so he had to use a distraction technique to ease her tension.

Everyone worked together to open the coffin, and in less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, they had collected a pile of burial goods, all of which were jade and gold artifacts, specialties of the Tibetan region.

"Hey! This is a real windfall! Old Jin's eyes will probably pop out of his head when he sees this!"

Fatty Wang still has the nerve to make fun of Big Gold Tooth, without even looking at his own face, which is practically twisted with a grin.

"I don't know if Old Jin's eyeballs will pop out, but you've definitely become the crooked-mouthed Old Wang."

Ji Haobo's words almost made the people next to him burst out laughing. This guy was just like Big Gold Tooth, a complete money-grubber.

The group then went up to the fifth floor, where coffins were also placed, but there were nine stone coffins.

Just as Ji Haobo guessed, the person in the coffin must have been a nobleman, because the burial goods were not only plentiful but also of a higher quality.

It was the same old trick; Fatty Wang didn't even spare the guys' clothes, making him even more ruthless than when Little Baka raided the village.

Old Hu followed suit and also began to undress people, assisting them from the side.