Ghost Blows Out the Light Fanfiction Fragments of the Hidden Scriptures - Saving San Francisco

Chapter 19

Afterwards, the pirate captain Kiri ...

Soon after, the island was attacked by a pirate fleet of several thousand men, the Kiliki pirates. One small group, led by a native shaman, stormed the underwater tomb. However, due to numerous traps and obstacles, only a few dozen pirates remained.

Just as the couple was about to be discovered and killed in the tomb, at the critical moment, the mermaid from the sea surfaced and used her bewitching magic to kill all the male pirates except for the native wizard. However, she also lured Maria Tina's husband, John Bell, to drown at sea.

After the bloody massacre, the mechanism closed, seawater flooded in, and a huge whirlpool formed at the entrance, cutting off any escape route. Maria Tina was raped by the only male native shaman in the tomb. To protect the leader's tomb, Maria Tina had no choice but to marry the native shaman, filled with resentment, and have children.

This native shaman was imprisoned and made a guardian of the tomb. Filled with resentment, he spent decades researching the tomb of Spartacus. It is said that he eventually destroyed the central hub of the "Ziwei Doushi" matrix.

Meanwhile, the native shaman also hoped to dig a passage out of the tomb. Unfortunately, the "Ziwei Dou Shi" matrix was too mysterious and too large and complex, and he encountered obstacles everywhere. He did not succeed until his death, but he did point out the direction of the excavation for the way out with all his life's energy.

After the indigenous shaman and Maria Tina died, they left behind nine descendants: five sons and four daughters. In the long, dark tomb, the siblings eventually engaged in incestuous relations, and one of the boys was even seduced by a mermaid. The mermaid eventually gave birth to a strange creature with a fish head and a human body for this underground family.

Through generations of reproduction and incest, the family produced many deformed offspring, most of whom died young. In the end, only one infant resembling a white ape remained in this underground family.

The diary entry ends abruptly here, with no further developments. The path that generations had painstakingly dug, mentioned in the diary, was clearly the tunnel through which Shirley Yang and I were led in by the white ape.

We all turned to look at the white ape, which was still grinning, showing no signs of being human. It seems that cross-infection and overlapping reproduction due to blood ties have ultimately led to the degeneration of the people here to a rather primitive state. However, based on the family mortality rate mentioned in the diary, it's impossible for this white ape to have lived for thousands of years.

I suddenly slapped my thigh and said, "That's right! This white ape is very likely the offspring of the white ape infant and the mermaid mentioned in the diary. That means the mermaid is thousands of years old. It seems the pile of bones in the side chamber was also the result of this white ape collecting the remains of its ancestors."

Suddenly remembering something, I turned to look at Fatty Wang. Fatty blushed and turned to stir the fire.

We were all exhausted after a long day. We tidied up quickly, closed the hidden door at the top of the passageway, each rolled up two pirate cloaks, and slept soundly for days.

While I was fast asleep, Fatty suddenly tugged at me and quietly called me to the fire pit. I saw that half a barrel of wine was already placed by the fire pit, and Fatty's face was flushed, indicating that he had already drunk quite a bit. Fatty gently pointed to Shirley Yang sleeping in the inner room and said to me with a worried look, "Old Hu, I've really lost a lot of money this time. I was seduced by that thousand-year-old mermaid."

I looked around in surprise; even the white ape by the barrel was fast asleep. I turned to the fat man and whispered, "What happened?"

The fat man, reeking of alcohol, rambled on incoherently. It took me a while to understand the gist of it.

It turns out that Shirley Yang and I witnessed Fatty being grabbed by the five-clawed golden dragon and falling into the giant whirlpool at the bottom of the cliff. We all thought he was dead. Unexpectedly, as soon as Fatty fell into the whirlpool, he was rescued by the king of dolphins underwater and secretly transported to the waterside stone steps inside the tomb by a long seawater channel.

The fat man climbed up the passageway and found himself inside a real, ancient tomb. Unfortunately, after wandering around for ages, he couldn't find a way out. Just as he was wondering what was going on, he was lured by the mermaid song rising from the seabed, just like us, and was dragged underwater into a water prison by a mermaid. He remained delirious throughout, until Shirley Yang and I found him by chance and brought him back to his senses.

Having just heard Shirley Yang's explanation of the gravedigger's diary, I was filled with fear, imagining that while I was unconscious, I must have been... well, you know... by that mesmerizing mermaid.

I couldn't help but chuckle and asked him, "Do you remember what you did back then?"

The fat man frowned his short eyebrows and said in a pained voice, "No, I only remember having many bizarre and erotic scenes in my dreams. After you woke me up, I found that I had a wet dream."

I chuckled and comforted him, saying that it was more like a spiritual connection than a real one. The mermaid certainly wouldn't give birth to a chubby little boy covered in white hair. Besides, when we found you, you were impeccably dressed; you have no idea how gentlemanly you looked back then.

Upon hearing this, Fatty Wang was greatly comforted and insisted that I join him for a few drinks to toast everyone's miraculous survival.

To be honest, I was happy to see him safe and sound. At least I didn't have to worry about how to explain this to his elderly parents when I got back. After only a couple of drinks, we both slipped under the stone table and fell fast asleep.

Volume One: The Ancient Tomb at the Cape - Chapter Forty-Three: The Ancient Tomb at the Cape Resurrected

Later, it was Shirley Yang who woke us up. I looked around, and the white ape was gone again; the fish in the passageway had retreated.

Under the glow of the luminous pearl, Fatty and I were led by Shirley Yang with a smile to the inner room, where a row of large, gray-black iron chests in the corner had all been opened. The room was dazzling and radiant; these unassuming chests were actually filled with gold, silver, silks, and other rare treasures.

The fat man was overjoyed. He rushed over with shouts of delight, scooping up handfuls of pearls and agates, grinning from ear to ear. He figured these boxes must have been stolen from the tomb by that native shaman, but unfortunately, he was imprisoned underground, destined to spend his life gazing at these glittering jewels and swallowing his saliva. He figured a piece of dry rations would be much more practical.

After searching for a while, we finally found a few useful items in a box against the wall. Two short swords, sharp enough to cut through iron like butter, with rubies inlaid with rubies, were clearly valuable and might have been Spartacus's personal belongings. A herbal book written by a native shaman in their language, which we couldn't understand yet. I had Shirley Yang carefully wrap it up and hide it in her backpack.

The fat man was into everything, touching all the jewels in the room, finding this appealing and that delightful. In the end, he simply used his black pirate cloak to happily fill two large bags with rare treasures, and even insisted that I carry one bag for him.

The fat man grinned so wide his mouth stretched all the way to his ears that he was sure he'd never have to worry about food or drink again.

I lifted the smaller bag, and wow, it weighed at least several tens of kilograms. If I were to carry that up a cliff, I'd be exhausted to death.

I thought for a moment, then chuckled and patted Fatty on the shoulder, pulling him aside and whispering, "Fatty, you're like a country bumpkin visiting the Grand View Garden—you've never seen anything like it. Don't you realize what good stuff a local shaman could possibly have? I'm sure there are plenty of better things inside the main tomb chamber. Let's see how you manage to bring them all."

The fat man suddenly realized and slapped his forehead, laughing, "That's right, how could I have made such a silly mistake? Chairman Mao's supreme instruction was so true: Comrades, look forward (to money) in everything! I'll listen to you."

This fatso acted immediately, grabbing two large bags of jewelry and casually tossing them onto the box.

As we turned to leave, Shirley Yang pulled out a gossamer-thin, gold-threaded jade garment from the bottom of the trunk. Fatty and I touched it; it was entirely made of gold and jade essence, incredibly flexible, and should at least provide excellent protection, making one impervious to swords and spears. It was a sleeveless, buttonless women's overcoat, and judging by the size, only Shirley Yang, with her slender waist, could fit into it.

Fatty and I gestured for her to put on the women's dress. As we turned to leave, Shirley Yang suddenly called out to us. She shook her gold-embroidered jade dress, and a neatly folded piece of straw paper fell out from inside.

I picked up the paper and opened it. It turned out to be a map drawn by an indigenous shaman, with many directional terms marked on it, all in an incomprehensible indigenous script.

Fatty and I turned around and went to the outer room to spread out the map. At first glance, the map seemed quite ordinary, a messy and disorganized mess, but the more I looked at it, the more alarmed I became. The thick lines marked on the map clearly indicated the outdoor passageways.

The road begins with a main path, branching out more and more as you go deeper. Every so often, a three-way intersection appears, then splits into three parallel branches. This process repeats itself, creating a dazzling, sprawling spiderweb-like network of roads—roads merging, intersecting, and winding around. Entering rashly would surely lead to disorientation and imprisonment. Furthermore, some forks in the road are marked with scattered black dots or red crosses, clearly indicating the presence of dangerous traps or mechanisms such as hidden weapons or wells.

At this moment, Shirley Yang came out of the inner room. I looked up and saw that she was wearing the gold-embroidered jade robe underneath. It not only fit her perfectly, but also accentuated her slender waist. She walked like a willow swaying in the wind, and I couldn't help but swallow my saliva.

Shirley Yang walked over, carefully examined the map for a while, and pointed to a small square in the lower right corner of the map, saying, "This is where we are right now."

According to this map, we are heading towards a dense maze of forks in the road, with no sign of the tomb. So where are we supposed to look? Without this map, we would surely wander aimlessly, just like that small group of Kiliki pirates, lost on the forks in the road, eventually swallowed up by the traps and hidden wells, and tragically dying in some unknown corner, decaying for a thousand years.

This has really stumped us.

The fat man stared at each other, dumbfounded for a long time, and then suddenly exclaimed, thinking himself clever, "This must be the suspected tomb."

Shirley Yang shook her head and asked me softly, "Is this native shaman playing a prank?"

I don't know what happened either. All I know are a few words recorded in the "Sixteen-Character Yin-Yang Feng Shui Secret Technique," and it's all hearsay, a mix of truth and falsehood. Who knows what the actual situation is?

We stared blankly at the map, unable to figure it out for a long time.

Suddenly, the fat guy's head slammed down, and he collapsed onto my lap. He scrambled to his feet, and I saw a long string of drool hanging from his mouth, one end still stuck to my pants. Damn, that fatso was asleep in the blink of an eye.

I laughed and cursed, then picked up a piece of pine wood and threw it at him.

The fat man dodged, and the pine block hit the wooden cabinet behind him, rolling to the ground. I suddenly blurted out, "Hey, how did this fatso get in here?"

Shirley Yang was looking at the map in thought when she heard what I said. She was startled and asked me what I was talking about.

I was stunned for a moment before I murmured, "I misspoke earlier. What I meant to say was how this big cabinet got in."

Hearing this, Shirley Yang stood up, circled the cabinet, and said, "It was assembled inside the house." She turned back to look at the map, and I joined her to look as well. Meanwhile, Fatty, bored, started grilling fish for us.

I suddenly pointed to the map and said to Shirley Yang, "Did you find anything?"

Shirley Yang said, puzzled, "No."

I pointed to the square marker where we were on the map and said, "Take another look here."

Shirley Yang looked at it and said, "What's the difference?"

I smiled and said, "There's no difference, except that there's only this one square marker on the entire map."

"Yes," Shirley Yang said, looking at the map. "There's only this one square mark, but it indicates that this is the dark room we're in."

"Dark room!" Shirley Yang suddenly shouted. "I understand! You mean this is not only the dark room we're staying in, but also possibly the entrance marker to the main burial chamber."

"Yes," I said, "I suppose the entrance to the main burial chamber is here. It's just that we've been clinging to preconceived notions and haven't connected it to the fact that the hidden chamber we're in is the main entrance. Actually, it's no coincidence. Don't forget, Maria and her husband were the guardians of Spartacus's tomb. If they lived in the hidden chamber that concealed the tomb's entrance, it would make guarding the tomb easier, and it would also create a false impression, making it less likely for others to suspect anything." I said, "That's why I asked where this large cabinet came from."

After listening, Fatty handed us handfuls of grilled fish and rushed into the inner room to rummage through everything. Shirley Yang and I ate the grilled fish and drank our wine with great interest, waiting for Fatty to find the entrance to the main tomb chamber.

About fifteen minutes later, the fat man, covered in dust, slipped out and shrugged, saying he hadn't found it.

At my signal, he began searching the outer room again. I saw him caressing the dishes, moving the cabinets, prying open the pile of pine wood, chasing Shirley Yang and me up to move the stone benches and tables, working up a sweat, but in the end he still found nothing.

The fat man plopped down next to me, looking dejected, and said, "You must be wrong. The entrance to the main burial chamber isn't here."

After I finished eating the grilled fish, I went back to the inner room and then to the outer room, but I really couldn't find any entrance mechanism. Could it be that I made a mistake?

But Shirley Yang slowly finished her grilled fish, clapped her hands, and said, "There's still one more place." She pointed to the corner beside her, where a roaring fire pit was burning.

The sight of the fire pit surprised both Fatty and me greatly.

Shirley Yang laughed, "You clever folks have forgotten the old custom of tomb raiding: lighting a candle in the southeast corner of the tomb chamber shows that this ancestral rule has deep roots. In physiognomy, the southeast corner is called the place where the five blessings converge, the gate of the Eight Trigrams. What are the five blessings? Wealth, luck, fortune, prosperity, and longevity. Someone, go to the southeast corner and have the fire pit moved away."

In the end, she started to speak in a smug, official tone.

Fatty and I had no choice but to obediently put out the flames and sweep the ashes aside. I jumped down and tapped the bottom of the fire pit. The pine firewood made a hollow sound when it hit the floor, and there really was a hidden nest underneath.

We were overjoyed. Fatty and I pried open a row of stone bricks at the bottom of the hearth, dug down to the third layer, and sure enough, a thick copper plate was exposed underneath. In the center of the copper plate was a copper handle resembling the animal-mouth door knocker commonly found on the gates of wealthy ancient families.

I gestured for the fat man to draw his knife and be on guard. I bent down, strained, and with a shout, grabbed the copper handle and pulled up the copper coin. Below, a dark, square hole was revealed, and a musty smell wafted out, indicating that the hole hadn't been visited in a long time.

Shirley Yang tossed a cold firework into the cave entrance, revealing a row of copper handrails on the cave wall that served as steps leading downwards. The cave was about thirty meters deep, and below, it was eerily quiet and still.

We waited a while, just as we were about to go down into the cave, a white ape-like monster suddenly appeared outside, grinning as it carried several dead stone fish.

It immediately noticed that the stone cave at the bottom of the fire pit had been opened, and its expression suddenly changed drastically. It raised its sharp claws, cried out loudly, and pounced on us.

Seeing that things were going badly, I blocked its path and raised my ruby dagger, slashing at it in a show of defiance.

The creature roared furiously, its white fur standing on end, and it lunged at me, hurling the stone fish I was holding. Caught off guard, I was struck squarely in the cheek, the blow causing a sharp pain that left a large, red swelling on my left side. As I ducked, it knocked me to the ground, sending me rolling to the side.

The white ape cried out and charged toward the cave entrance. The fat man drew his knife and stabbed, the ruby dagger slicing across its furry back, leaving a bloody gash.

Shirley Yang hurriedly stopped the fat man, telling him not to be too ruthless. The white ape hissed anxiously, its face showing worry, and bent down to pick up the copper floorboards, about to cover the hole.

Volume 1, Chapter 44: The Ghostly Blood Bat of the Cape Tomb

Suddenly, a black bat darted out of the cave entrance with lightning speed, biting the white ape's face. The ape collapsed to the ground, lifeless. More black bats, like phantoms of the night, surged out instantly, swarming wildly throughout the room.

We were shocked and dodged left and right, swinging our swords to defend ourselves. The ruby daggers in Fatty's and my hands swung out, and suddenly a red light flashed in the air, striking the black bat in front of us. The bat instantly turned into black dust and disappeared into the air.

Shirley Yang suddenly screamed as a huge black bat bit her chest. Fatty and I rushed over and slashed the bat away.

Fatty and I protected Shirley Yang, swinging our swords repeatedly. Huge red blades, like layers of stereo sound waves, shattered the black bats filling the room. The cave entrances gradually thinned out, and no more black bats flew out.

I looked down and saw that the white ape monster was on its last legs. Several enormous black bats were attached to the knife wound on its back inflicted by Fatty. These black bats were like vampires, their bellies swelling up in no time, and their black eyes were even glowing red. Fatty and I quickly swung our knives, turning the black bats into black dust.

Remembering there was another one on the white ape's face, we carefully turned it over. Suddenly, the black bat flew away with lightning speed, its fleshy wings taking flight, and beneath its claws, we could vaguely see a small shadow resembling the white ape. I cried out, "Oh no! That's the white ape's three souls and seven spirits!"

The little white ape shadow looked at the three of us sadly, then suddenly spoke in a high-pitched voice, "Save me! This is a ghost blood bat!"

Ghostly blood bats. I was terrified and swung my sword to meet the wind, but this time no red light appeared. The black bat was fearless and pounced head-on. I was horrified and retreated in panic, crashing into the fat man.

Just as we were about to launch a combined attack, the black bat darted into the tomb entrance and vanished without a trace. The shrill cry of the little white ape still lingered in the air: "Help me, help me!"

The white ape's body on the ground was already stiff. Shirley Yang tried to check it; it had no pulse and no breath, resembling a corpse.

I suddenly realized what was happening, turned around, grabbed Shirley Yang, and groped her chest.

Shirley Yang was extremely embarrassed. She slapped me and yelled, "What are you doing?"

I covered my face, stunned, and said as if waking up from a dream, "Look at your injuries!"

Fortunately, although in that brief moment, it was clear that her golden jade armor effectively countered the attacks of the ghostly blood bats. Shirley Yang's mental state was also normal, indicating that her three souls and seven spirits were intact.

Judging from what just happened, the black bat pounced on the white ape's face and, taking advantage of its unconscious state, forcibly sucked away its three souls and seven spirits from its seven orifices.

These ghostly blood bats are indeed incredibly evil. Ancient books say they have a penchant for sucking blood; once they smell fresh blood, they will instantly chase after it and relentlessly devour it. However, the fact that they can suck away the three souls and seven spirits of a living person is something I've never heard of before. Just now, these ghostly blood bats must have smelled the bloodstains from the wound on the white ape's back, which is why they suddenly swarmed out to attack us.

Thinking of this, I instructed Shirley Yang and Fatty that from now on, everyone must wear gas masks and absolutely not expose their faces or orifices. If the ghost blood bats were to suck away half of our souls and leave us mentally impaired, it would be a disaster for us. Also, we must be careful in our movements and try not to get any cuts or scrapes, so as not to attract the ghost blood bats' frenzied attacks.

As for why the combined attack of these two ruby daggers could annihilate the ghostly blood bats, this phenomenon is still difficult to understand. However, I suspect that everything has its counter. If these ruby daggers were not Spartacus's sacred artifacts used for exorcism, then the native shaman had cast an exorcism spell on them, imbuing them with magical powers and making them the shaman's protective treasures.