MMB Chapter 208, fill it in! Otherwise, we'll all die!
Chapter 208, fill it in! Otherwise, we'll all die!
"What can we do? Are we just going to stand by and watch them die inside?"
Everyone fell silent.
Yeah, what should we do?
Even Bureau 749, which specializes in handling paranormal events, has been completely wiped out. What can ordinary people like them do?
"I'll give it a try!" A young policeman gritted his teeth, picked up a flashlight, and rushed toward the entrance to the tomb passage, ignoring the older policeman's attempts to stop him.
The others followed suit.
However, they suddenly stopped in their tracks as soon as they reached the entrance to the tomb passage.
A bone-chilling cold emanated from the tomb passage, like countless ice needles piercing their bones.
They immediately felt dizzy, nauseous, and completely drained of their strength.
"No... I feel so dizzy..."
"Me too... I can't stand up anymore..."
Several policemen staggered back a few steps, their faces pale, panting heavily.
Director Zhang refused to believe in superstitions, so he went to the entrance of the tomb passage himself to try it out.
As soon as he got close, the biting cold hit him, and he immediately felt dizzy and almost fell to the ground.
Fortunately, the staff nearby reacted quickly and caught him.
"How could this happen..." Director Zhang leaned against a withered tree, his face ashen.
He has been working in the field of cultural relics for more than 30 years and has seen countless ancient tombs, but he has never encountered anything so strange.
Just when everyone was at a loss, a middle-aged man wearing a dark blue Taoist robe suddenly stepped out from the crowd.
He held a whisk in his hand, wore a Taoist hat, and had a goatee, looking like a hermit with an air of otherworldly wisdom.
"Don't panic, everyone!" The middle-aged man cleared his throat and said in a pretentious tone.
"This is the work of a thousand-year-old tomb haunted by malevolent spirits. The resentment has condensed and transformed into a malevolent array. Ordinary people naturally cannot approach it; at best, they will feel dizzy and lightheaded, and at worst, they will bleed from all seven orifices and die."
Upon hearing this, everyone immediately swarmed around, as if grasping at a lifeline.
"Master! Master, you must save us!"
"Master, there are still seven people inside! Please, please rescue them!"
"Master, we're willing to pay any price as long as you can break this curse!"
The middle-aged man stroked his goatee with a smug grin, a confident smile spreading across his face.
"Rest assured, everyone. I have cultivated for over thirty years, traveled all over the country, and subdued countless fierce ghosts and evil spirits."
In my eyes, the malevolent spirits emanating from a mere Tang Dynasty tomb are nothing more than a clown jumping around.
"Once I set up an altar and perform a ritual, I will surely be able to subdue it and rescue the trapped person."
"That's wonderful! Thank you, Master! Thank you, Master!"
Everyone was overjoyed and quickly brought incense, candles, yellow paper, a peach wood sword, glutinous rice, and other items as requested by the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man had his men set up a simple altar at the entrance to the tomb passage.
He put on a Taoist robe, held a peach wood sword, lit three incense sticks, and placed them in the incense burner.
The middle-aged man muttered incantations, waving his peach wood sword haphazardly and occasionally scattering yellow paper into the air.
His movements were exaggerated, his voice was loud, and he seemed to be taking it very seriously.
Everyone around him held their breath, watching him nervously. All their hopes were pinned on this master.
However, after the ritual had been going on for more than half an hour, the malevolent energy in the tomb passage not only did not weaken, but instead grew stronger. The biting chill even spread to the area around the altar.
Cold sweat beaded on the middle-aged man's forehead, and his movements began to become frantic.
He chanted the incantation faster and faster, and swung the peach wood sword more and more frantically, but it was all to no avail.
Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew out from the tomb passage.
"call!"
The three incense sticks on the altar were instantly extinguished. Yellow paper was blown into the air, fluttering like a flock of white butterflies. The peach wood sword in the middle-aged man's hand clattered to the ground.
"what!"
The middle-aged man let out a piercing scream, clutching his chest as he collapsed to the ground. He foamed at the mouth, convulsed, and his eyes rolled back, just like the other archaeologists who had died mysteriously before him.
"Master! Master, what's wrong?"
His two men rushed forward to help him up, shouting in panic.
But the middle-aged man could no longer speak; he was only convulsing. Soon after, he stopped breathing, his face frozen in a look of utter terror.
"Dead...dead..."
"A staff member said in a trembling voice."
Everyone was so frightened that they backed away, their faces filled with terror.
Even this master was cursed and killed.
Now, no one dared to mention exorcism anymore.
"It's over... It's completely over..." someone said in despair. "This curse is too powerful; no one can break it. We're all going to die here."
"Why don't we just fill in the ancient tomb and never touch it again?"
"Yes! Fill it in! Otherwise, we'll all die!"
The crowd began to stir, and panic spread like a plague.
Looking at the scene before him, Director Zhang's heart sank to the bottom. He took out his phone, his fingers trembling, and dialed Lin Jianguo's number.
The phone rang for a long time before it was answered.
"Hello, Director Zhang? How are Zhao Rui and the others?" Lin Jianguo's anxious voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Director Lin... Something terrible has happened..."
Director Zhang's voice was choked with sobs as he spoke incoherently.
"Captain Zhao and the others... They went in and then lost contact... We sent people to rescue them, but they couldn't get in at all... Just now, a master came, and something happened to him while he was performing a ritual... He died... Just like those archaeologists who died..."
"What?!"
Lin Jianguo's voice suddenly rose eight octaves, filled with shock and disbelief.
"What did you say? Zhao Rui and the others have gone missing? That master is dead too?"
"Yes...yes..." Director Zhang said, his voice choked with emotion.
"Director Lin, we really have no other choice. This curse is too powerful; no one can break it. Please think of something quickly, or more people will die."
Lin Jianguo's expression instantly turned extremely solemn.
He was well aware of Zhao Rui's capabilities.
With Shen Yuci's lightning-struck peach wood sword and a solid foundation in basic exorcism techniques, he would be able to fight even a hundred-year-old vengeful ghost.
Now the entire army has been wiped out, and they can't even send out a distress signal.
And that so-called master, although he was most likely a fraud, he did know a little bit about the subject, and he died on the spot.
This is no longer an ordinary paranormal event. What's in the tomb is absolutely terrifying.
"Understood. Evacuate all personnel immediately and retreat to a distance of 500 meters from the cordon. Absolutely no one is allowed to approach the ancient tomb. I'm coming over now."
Lin Jianguo said in a deep voice, his tone leaving no room for doubt.