The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?!-Chapter 1167 - 730: The Tomb with Its Own Robber’s Tunnel

Chapter 1167: Chapter 730: The Tomb with Its Own Robber’s Tunnel

"Dragon? Does this count?"

Liu Zheng took out the "Cursed Green Dragon Feather Egg."

"An egg of the Five-Colored Dragon Clan? Well, that’s barely acceptable."

The Bronze Face nodded.

"Give me this dragon egg, and I can let you in."

"But I still need this dragon egg. I plan to use the nine dead dragons of the Nine Dragons Coffin as nutrients to hatch and ripen this dragon egg."

He hesitated for a moment but decided to tell the Bronze Face the truth.

"So, you’re here for the Nine Dragons Coffin."

The Bronze Face’s expression grew solemn.

"I advise you to abandon this idea. The tomb owner has a few burial items that he absolutely won’t let anyone touch; the Nine Dragons Coffin is one of them."

"Oh, I don’t want the coffin; I just want those nine dragons."

Liu Zheng explained.

"The Nine Dragons Coffin is a complete magic treasure. Just using the Nine Dragons to hatch this green dragon egg is like buying the case and returning the pearl."

The Bronze Face commented oddly.

"Because I’ve already gathered eight better dragons and a better coffin, I’m just missing this green dragon."

"Impossible! I believe you found better eight dragons, but you couldn’t have found a better coffin. That coffin was personally overseen by me, crafted with phoenix blood golden phoebe and dragon soul seabed deadwood as the base material. Even in the Metropolis, it’s top-tier natural treasure."

It stated with certainty.

"My coffin is called the Beiyin Heaven Repairing Coffin, made from the roots of the dead Jianmu and five-colored divine clay tainted by the Yellow Springs."

Liu Zheng said.

After handing the Beiyin Heaven Repairing Coffin to the Black Cat, the Black Cat told him the origins of this coffin.

"..."

Silence, silence is today’s cemetery.

"Why are you tomb raiding when you’re so capable? Just catch a living dragon yourself!"

The Bronze Face said irritably.

"Wrong, wrong, I’m done bragging, okay? Dear brother, don’t hold it against me, don’t take it to heart."

Liu Zheng quickly pleaded for mercy.

"Hmph! Hand over the dragon egg."

The Bronze Face urged.

"Here."

Worried about angering the Bronze Face again, he reluctantly handed over the "Cursed Green Dragon Feather Egg" to it.

The only other dragon-related item he had was the Dragon Fishing Pole, and he would rather give up the dragon egg than that.

A live adult dragon was hard to find, but an unhatched dragon egg should still be obtainable.

The Bronze Face opened its mouth wide and swallowed the whole dragon egg.

"Don’t say I didn’t make an exception for you. If you hadn’t offered up this dragon egg, even if you went in, you’d have to push the Coiling-Dragon Millstone for at least half a month. Now you can skip this step."

The Bronze Face said.

"What’s the Coiling-Dragon Millstone?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"It’s called a millstone, but it should actually be considered a well. To maintain its operations, the tomb must draw the earth’s energy from the cemetery as power, and the Coiling-Dragon Millstone is the well used for drawing this energy."

The Bronze Face replied.

"Oh~ I see."

It’s basically an oil well, as long as it’s not real. Otherwise, the FBI would be knocking down the door any minute.

"Alright, good luck, young man."

The Bronze Face merged into the stone wall, which quickly lost its disguise and revealed the true form of the Bronze Gate.

The golden door panel was engraved with various images: mountains and rivers, flowers and trees, fields and villages, as well as castles and palaces.

People were depicted farming, brewing wine, selling goods, hunting, and fishing, showing a prosperous scene.

Liu Zheng couldn’t help but recall the famous painting "Along the River During the Qingming Festival," but compared to that, these murals were far less detailed, stuck between abstract and realistic, carrying a sense of both barbarism and civilization.

If defined by dynasty, he felt these murals should be between the Shang-Zhou and Han-Jin periods.

Of course, he wasn’t a professional archaeologist, merely making assumptions based on stereotypes.

With the sound of mechanisms operating, the Bronze Gate slowly slid back, revealing a small hole barely half a meter high and twenty to thirty centimeters wide.

"Oh geez, built-in thief hole, huh?"

Liu Zheng couldn’t help but quip.

He tried and found that he couldn’t go through the hole by squatting; he had to crawl and lie on his side.

In this position, if anything unexpected happened, he would have little capacity to respond.

Though it didn’t seem lethal upon entry, Liu Zheng still cut a tentacle and held it in his mouth, readying the "Indeterminate Shadow" and "Little Rifleman."

"Phew~"

He took a deep breath, then sidled into the "thief hole."

Once his body completely entered the "thief hole," the ubiquitous cemetery aura stopped invading him.

Pale, corpse-like skin turned plump and healthy again, while the corpse spots quickly vanished thanks to his robust metabolism.

Of course, Liu Zheng couldn’t see any of this because it was pitch black inside the "thief hole."

This feeling was similar to being in a takeout tunnel, yet far less comfortable.

After all, the takeout tunnel was at least spacious and warm, close to body temperature.

The "thief hole" was not only narrow but also very cold, barely above freezing.

Despite the discomfort, Liu Zheng didn’t move forward rashly; instead, he used the "Little Rifleman."

The small plastic figure turned its head, then saluted him.

"Salute, Commander."

The Little Rifleman spoke loudly.

"Hello, my loyal soldier."

Liu Zheng returned the salute.

"Please give your command, Commander."

The Little Rifleman said eagerly.