I Received Messages From Future Self!-Chapter 311 - 307 Taotie The Corpse Gets Fortunate

Chapter 311: Chapter 307 Taotie: The Corpse Gets Fortunate

Chapter 311 -307 Taotie: The Corpse Gets Fortunate

Seeing a crack had been pried open in the Golden Horned Copper Coffin, Taotie’s eyes lit up, “Tom, you hang in there!”

Taotie called out urgently, released his hand from the Strange Dagger, and used both hands to support the lid of the Golden Horned Copper Coffin.

Taotie suddenly let go, almost causing Tom to curse.

He bore the brunt of the weight, which was several hundred jin.

Tom almost couldn’t hold on.

Luckily, Taotie was quick in his movements.

In just a few seconds, he was supporting the coffin lid.

“Ha!”

With a low roar, Taotie’s muscles swelled.

Vessels like earthworms bulged under his skin, writhing continuously.

“Give me a hand!”

Grinding his teeth, Taotie squeezed out three words from his throat.

Seeing this, Tom quickly released the Spear and reached out to help Taotie support the lid.

“Lift!”

Taotie’s eyes turned a blood-red as he roared softly.

He unleashed his full strength!

The lid, weighing several hundred jin, was flung open violently by Taotie’s explosive force and slammed heavily onto the ground with a “boom,” making a huge noise.

The moment the lid hit the floor, it seemed as if the entire tomb chamber vibrated along with it.

The Ragnarok Mercenaries guarding outside the tomb door were startled by the loud noise and quickly stood up, preparing for battle; the team leader peeked quietly into the tomb room and was shocked to see the coffin lid rolling on the ground.

The team leader didn’t know what Tom and Taotie were up to, but his instinct told him that these two were about to stir up trouble.

“Open fire!”

The team leader didn’t hesitate to issue the firing command.

Before the team leader’s words fell, immediately, four Ragnarok Mercenaries kneeling and standing at the door of the tomb chamber shouldered their submachine guns and began to spray bullets.

The sound of gunfire, “da da da,” went off, taking Taotie by surprise; he quickly ducked down, taking cover behind the Golden Horned Copper Coffin. Still, two bullets grazed his scalp, singeing his hair into two charred stripes and scalding two streaks of blisters on his scalp.

“Hsss…”

“Damn, that hurt…”

“Damn little jerks…”

“Just you wait!”

Taotie crouched behind the Golden Horned Copper Coffin, endlessly rubbing his head and cursing as he insulted the ancestors of the Ragnarok Mercenaries up to the eighteenth generation.

Taotie’s heart “thumped” wildly.

If he hadn’t ducked quickly just now, the bullets would have bitten his face, a short way from blowing his head off!

In such a perilous moment, Taotie’s eighteen generations of ancestors were practically smoking their heads below, barely managing to bring back Taotie, this unworthy descendant who kept darting back and forth at Ghost Gate…

Even with his stout heart, Taotie was badly shaken, his large face dripping with large beads of sweat.

“Damn, I almost didn’t make it!”

Taotie patted his chest, still frightened by the close call.

Old Tom, standing beside him, also broke out in a sweat for Taotie.

Picking up the gun from the ground, he fired two shots toward the door of the tomb chamber, a token gesture of retaliation.

Hearing Tom’s gunfire, the team leader felt reassured.

Waving his hand, he commanded, “Cease fire!”

The recent round of gunfire had left four men with empty magazines, another hundred bullets or so spent.

Adhering to the principle of conserving ammunition, the team leader believed a little intimidation was sufficient; they couldn’t waste too many bullets.

If Taotie knew the team leader’s thoughts, he would have laughed at the leader for another two and a half years.

You?

You now know the value of conserving bullets?

Those thousand bullets you had, if you gave them to Li Yunlong, he would have been bold enough to attack Taiyuan.

Assured that the mercenaries of Ragnarok outside wouldn’t come charging in because of their own action of flipping open the coffin lid, Tom breathed a sigh of relief and looked towards Taotie, “Taotie, are you okay?”

Touching the two rows of blisters on his head, Taotie shook his head, “I’m fine, just a bit of scalp burns.”

“I’m not even sure if my hair can grow back after it heals…”

Tom glanced at Taotie’s head and instantly felt a tingling on his scalp at the sight of those blisters—it was quite disgusting to look at…

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Tom guessed that Taotie wouldn’t be able to regrow hair in those spots since the follicles seemed to be burnt.

After waiting a while with Tom, and seeing that the Ragnarok mercenaries outside remained still, Taotie cautiously peeked out while clinging to the edge of the Golden Horned Copper Coffin. Seeing a mercenary sitting at the entrance of the tomb, but noticing that he didn’t raise his gun when Taotie looked out, Taotie grew bolder.

He quickly glanced inside the coffin and saw a lifelike corpse lying there.

It was somewhat darkened due to dehydration.

The hair was like a bundle of dried grass.

But one could still discern that this had been a robust middle-aged man with sideburns.

It seemed as though the corpse, upon contact with the air, underwent some chemical reaction, starting to plump up rapidly, and thick, black hair began to sprout quickly from the pores. The hands overlapped on the abdomen, and the dark fingernails also grew quickly along with the hair.

Seeing this, Taotie quickly retracted his head.

“Old Tom, we’re in luck!”

“There’s an Old Zongzi inside just as expected!” Taotie excitedly told Tom.

Upon hearing Taotie’s words, Tom’s curiosity was piqued.

Imitating Taotie, he sneaked a peek inside the coffin and was immediately dumbfounded.

“Taotie, why is the corpse growing hair?”

“Could it be moldy?” Tom exclaimed.

“You don’t know anything!”

“That’s it getting lucky!”

“It’s a sign of resurrection!” Taotie looked at Tom with contempt, as if to say, you foreigner, you really haven’t seen the world.

“You mean, it can really come back to life?”

“Like those corpses controlled by Corpse-controlling Poisonous Insects?” Tom, unfazed by Taotie’s contempt, blinked in curiosity and pressed on.

The resurrection of a corpse, climbing out of the coffin on its own.

Such things were too magical for Tom.

“Of course, it can!”

“Let me tell you, this Old Zongzi inside the coffin is the real deal, far superior to those fake sticky rice dumplings controlled by the Corpse-controlling Poisonous Insect.”

“Not only is it incredibly strong, but it’s also impervious to weapons.”

“Those pathetic guns of the mercenaries can’t kill this Zongzi. With it leading the way, we could escape in minutes!” Taotie declared, cheerfully explaining to Tom how formidable a real Zongzi could be.

Hearing Taotie’s words, Tom took on a contemplative look and somberly asked, “So, if it’s that powerful, can you control it?”

“What if it climbs out of the coffin and instead of going after the Ragnarok mercenaries outside, it attacks us first? What do we do then?”

Tom’s words hit like a thunderclap.

It was as if a bolt of lightning had struck right above Taotie’s head.

Taotie stared blankly at Tom, speechless, his expression growing increasingly ugly.

“Taotie, what’s the matter?”

Seeing Taotie lost in thought, Tom asked curiously.

Taotie remained silent.