SFS Chapter 164 He was really terribly wrong.
Chapter 164 He was really terribly wrong.
She whirled around, her distorted face staring intently at Shen Yu, letting out a sharp, piercing scream.
Countless bloody hands instantly grew larger, carrying a foul, bloody stench, and viciously grabbed at Shen Yu, wanting to drag this stranger who had trespassed into her territory into hell as well.
The eerie wind in the tomb passage suddenly turned violent, rubble fell from the walls, and the entire tomb chamber trembled slightly.
Shen Yu stood still, without moving an inch.
He looked at the bloodthirsty demon rushing towards him, his eyes calm and unwavering, even carrying a hint of barely perceptible impatience.
It was nothing more than a wisp of resentment accumulated over a thousand years, not even qualifying as the lowest-ranking Ghost King. In front of him, a Foundation Establishment cultivator, it was no different from the dust on the roadside.
He didn't even bother with hand seals or incantations; he simply raised his right hand casually, and a barely perceptible wisp of golden spiritual energy gathered at his fingertips.
The golden light was faint, almost invisible in the pitch-black tomb, yet it carried an irresistible sacred power.
Golden light flew from his fingertips and gently landed on the cloud of blood mist.
There were no earth-shattering explosions, nor any fierce fighting.
Like ice and snow meeting the blazing sun, that ferocious and terrifying blood demon instantly let out a mournful scream and began to melt away at a visible speed.
The dark red blood mist turned into wisps of black smoke and dissipated into the air.
Those hideous bloody hands and distorted faces couldn't even last a second before turning into nothingness.
The chilling atmosphere that filled the entire tomb vanished without a trace in an instant.
The violent, eerie winds stopped, and the shaking tomb chamber quieted down, leaving only a faint, lingering smell of burning in the air.
Shen Yu withdrew his finger and patted off non-existent dust from his body.
He casually walked a few steps inside, bent down and picked up a frightened archaeologist.
Then he walked to the left side room and saw Master Xuanzhen still wildly waving his peach wood sword on the ground, shouting "Don't come any closer!" He casually struck Master Xuanzhen's forehead with a burst of spiritual energy.
Master Xuanzhen fell silent instantly, closed his eyes, and fainted.
Shen Yu dragged him to the door of the side room and made him lean against the wall.
After doing all this, he glanced at the watch on his wrist.
Exactly sixty seconds.
He turned around, grabbed the archaeologist, and headed towards the exit of the tomb passage.
Throughout the entire process, he didn't even dodge a single breath.
To him, it was just a matter of casually swatting away an annoying mosquito.
All he wanted to do now was get home quickly, check if the children had kicked off their blankets, and have a bowl of chicken soup that Jiang Xinlan had left for him.
at the same time.
There was complete silence outside the tomb passage.
Since Shen Yu went in, everyone has been staring intently at the dark entrance, even holding their breath.
Time seemed to stand still, and every second felt incredibly long.
The flames of the campfire flickered, casting shadows on everyone's faces.
"one two three……"
Someone couldn't help but start counting, their voice trembling.
"Fifty-eight... Fifty-nine... Sixty..."
Just as the count reached sixty, a figure slowly emerged from the tomb passage.
It's Shen Yu.
He was clean and spotless, and was carrying a young man in an archaeological team uniform.
The man had his eyes closed; he had clearly fainted from fright.
Shen Yu put him down on the ground, dusted off his hands, and said calmly:
"There are six more inside, located in the southeast and northwest corners of the main burial chamber. Go and carry them yourselves. The one in the Taoist robe is in the left side chamber; he just fainted from fright, he's not dead."
The scene was deathly silent.
Everyone stared wide-eyed and gaped, dumbfounded as they looked at Shen Yu, as if they had witnessed something unbelievable.
One minute?
It really only took a minute?
It takes more than a minute to walk from the entrance of the tomb passage to the main burial chamber and back, right?
He actually managed to rescue the person?
"What are you standing there for?" Shen Yu frowned. "Hurry up and carry him, or he really won't wake up."
"Oh! Oh! Okay!"
The soldiers then realized what was happening and quickly grabbed their flashlights and rushed into the tomb passage.
The masters remained standing there, their expressions shifting from shock to disbelief, and finally to deep awe.
Not long after, the soldiers carried out six more missing archaeologists from the tomb passage, along with the unconscious Taoist Master Xuanzhen.
They were all just stunned; they had no injuries whatsoever.
A soldier ran up to Lin Jianguo, saluted, and said in a shocked voice:
"Reporting, sir! The main burial chamber is clean and there is nothing unusual! There is only a layer of black ash on the ground, I don't know what it is."
Lin Jianguo nodded, then turned to look at Shen Yu, his eyes filled with awe: "Mr. Shen, what exactly is inside?"
Shen Yu leaned against a tree, took out his phone, opened the photo album, looked at the sleeping photos of Nian Nian and Gui Gui, and casually said:
"A concubine who was buried alive with the emperor harbored a strong resentment and turned into a blood demon. It has already dissipated."
Is it really that simple?
A bloodthirsty demon that caused Master Xuanzhen to suffer a crushing defeat and struck fear into the hearts of everyone was so easily "dispersed" by him?
The masters looked at each other, and saw shame and fear in each other's eyes.
Just now they were mocking Shen Yu for being a stay-at-home dad and a liar.
As it turned out, they solved the problem that none of them could solve in just one minute.
That was a resounding slap in the face.
Just then, Master Xuanzhen groaned and slowly woke up.
He had barely opened his eyes when he sat bolt upright, screaming in terror, "Bloody hands! So many bloody hands! Don't grab me! Don't grab me!"
"Master! It's alright, you're alright! It was Mr. Shen who saved you!" His disciple quickly helped him up.
Master Xuanzhen took a long time to catch his breath before slowly regaining his senses.
He looked around and saw the clean and tidy entrance to the tomb, and then saw Shen Yu standing under the tree with a calm expression. In an instant, he understood everything.
Just now, in the illusion, he was about to be torn apart by countless bloody hands when a pale golden light suddenly flashed by, and all the fear and chill vanished.
It turns out that the person who saved him was Shen Yu, whom he had publicly mocked as someone who told him to go home and take care of his children.
Master Xuanzhen's face flushed red. He remembered his mockery and provocation of Shen Yu just now and wished he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.
It's so embarrassing, so incredibly embarrassing.
He thought he was very powerful and went in arrogantly, but his apprentice escaped in a panic, while he himself was trapped inside and almost lost his life.
On the contrary, Shen Yu, whom they looked down upon, easily destroyed the Blood Demon and saved him without holding a grudge.
He's completely wrong!