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Susa clapped his hands with a sigh of relief—I noticed this guy was left-handed—and turned around shyly, saying, "Okay, you can go now."

We looked at him with suspicion. The fat man then took out a can of pineapple and rolled it across the ground. This time, the passageway was quiet and nothing unusual happened. It seemed that it was really safe.

Everyone was greatly surprised and turned to look at Susa, making the young boy blush like a young girl. He awkwardly fidgeted with his clothes, cleared his throat, and said, "It's really nothing. The stone walls of the passageway are covered with giant mosquito poison spells. Once these insects suck human blood, their bodies swell a hundred times larger, reaching the size of a small wolf, and they devour human flesh. I just used the Dragon Talisman to break it; that's what the books say."

"What book? Where did you learn it from?" Fatty Wang, quick-witted as ever, bombarded Susa with questions. Susa knew we weren't asking about the mosquito curse, but rather questioning his true identity and the real purpose of his trip. However, he evaded the question, changing the subject, and kept his head down, refusing to utter another word.

Shirley Yang coughed and said, "Alright, everyone, let's go. Exploring the tomb is the priority."

Susa led the way, walking shyly down the sloping passageway, turning left and right until they soon arrived at a pale green bronze door. The area in front of the bronze door was wide and open, with two fierce Pixiu beasts standing on either side of it, baring their teeth and claws. They were cast in brass, with horns standing tall on their heads, exuding the majesty of guardian beasts.

I approached the door and carefully examined the surroundings. I noticed faint stone patterns on the ceiling above the lintel, indicating that there was definitely a mechanism for a massive lock in front of the door. If I were to push the door open rashly, it would surely trigger a chain reaction, causing the lock to collapse and either cleave the person in front of the door in two at the waist or smash them into a bloody pulp.

Furthermore, the two Pixiu mythical beasts on either side might have some kind of trap; if they attack from both sides, we'll be in serious trouble. I gestured to Susa, the handsome guy who was skilled in black magic, to check the Pixiu mythical beasts first.

Susa seemed to have little experience with mechanisms and hidden doors. He inexplicably circled the beast statue twice, scratched his head, and said to me, "I can't see it. Is everything alright?"

I almost fainted. The fat man walked up to Susa like a boss, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Little brat, see how your fat grandpa is doing."

The fat man took out his entrenching tool and, before we could move aside, swung it at the mythical beast statue on the left. The bronze statue made a hissing sound, but nothing happened.

Upon closer inspection, I realized this wouldn't work. It seemed the main switch for the engine should be located in the most easily accessible area. Where was it? I looked around, and then my eyes lit up – it was the animal-shaped door knocker on the bronze door.

I waved for everyone to step back, then tiptoed forward, gently tied a climbing rope to the door knocker, and quietly retreated to the passageway.

Seeing me nod, the fat man yanked hard on the climbing rope, and the mechanism activated, filling the air with mist. A massive stone beam crashed down from the stone roof in front of the door, plunging deep into the ground and shaking the surrounding walls. At the same time, the ground in front of the door seemed to crack open, spewing out black mist that enveloped the area three feet in front of the door. The two mythical Pixiu beasts also opened their mouths wide, spewing out two streams of flame that crisscrossed and burned the area three feet in front of the door. The crimson flames even burned two large domes into the heavy gate in front of the door.

We were engrossed in watching when Agan suddenly yelled and pointed to the ground in terror. Dozens of bright red centipedes, their bodies limp and claw-like, crawled out from the edge of the black mist, their long legs moving in unison as they attacked us.

We all yelled and backed away. Susa, on the other hand, frantically grabbed a handful of powder and scattered it into a straight line to create a barrier. The red centipedes that touched the line immediately rolled over, legs in the air, and died instantly.

We stood behind the cordon and watched as Susa sat cross-legged on the ground, looking like a scoundrel, gesturing wildly and chanting incantations with his eyes closed. Suddenly, a burst of flame flew from his hand, igniting the poisonous black mist several feet away. The black mist vanished instantly, and we saw large, red centipede-like monsters screaming and struggling in the fire, burning to ashes.

The fire spread to the deep pit in front of the bronze gate, from which the fire centipedes from the Tongjiang River continuously crawled out. The fire grew larger and larger, clearly indicating that there was a great deal of flammable material in the pit, meaning there were a great many fire centipedes.

The firelight bathed the bronze door in a golden glow, revealing numerous celestial deities adorning it. These Ananda-mother deities were depicted with eight, nine, or eighteen arms, some seated on lions or tigers, each wielding one of the eighteen magical weapons. In Brahmanical mythology, Ananda-mother is one of the various forms of Parvati, the legendary wife of Shiva, and a principal deity worshipped by Shakti. Her name derives from the demon "Dharani," meaning "unapproachable," which she vanquished. It is said that Brahma, Vishnu, and other minor gods gave birth to Ananda-mother by spewing fire, intending to destroy the bull demon Mosessasura. Her main achievements include the destruction of the ferocious demons Durgamo, Sunva, and Nishun. She is generally worshipped as a demon-quelling goddess.

In addition, there are many other deities revered in ancient Brahmanism, such as the Four-Faced Buddha Brahma, Vishnu, Shiva, and Saraswati.

Brahma. One of the three principal deities of Brahmanism, described in the Puranas as the creator of the world. He is said to have four heads and four arms, and created Saraswati (the goddess of eloquence) as his wife. In mythology, Saraswati is the protector of wisdom, arts, and science, holding musical instruments, palm-leaf books, rosaries, and lotus flowers, and often riding a swan or peacock.

Vishnu is the most revered deity of ancient Brahmanism, considered the maintainer of the universe—a force between creation and destruction. According to the Puranas, he has four arms, holding a wheel (symbolizing infinite time), a bow and arrow, a conch shell (symbolizing the omnipresent sound of the void), a lotus, and a staff (symbolizing the power to destroy all enemies). He rides a Garuda or lies on a giant serpent, a lotus flower blooming from his navel, and sits atop Brahma. Vishnu has many incarnations; mythology describes him transforming into animals, humans, or gods multiple times to save the gods and humanity, with no fewer than ten different forms.

Shiva, the third principal deity worshipped by Hindus, is considered the destroyer and rebuilder of the world. Shiva manifests himself with different personalities and names, appearing in four forms in mythology. First, there is the extremely terrifying god of destruction, said to wear a skull around his neck, frequently residing in cemeteries, wandering among spirits, and managing the "time limit" of the dead; he is known as the lord of spirits. It is said that during a battle with demons, he swallowed poison from the Ocean of Milk, burning his neck blue, hence the nickname "Blue-Neck." Second, Shiva is also the lord of rebirth, represented by the male genitalia (linga), hence the prevalence of linga worship in Shaivism. Third, he also appears as the "great ascetic," depicted in mythology as naked, with three eyes and four arms, his hair in a braid, a crescent moon painted on his forehead, a skull around his neck, and a trident in his hand. Then there is "Lord of Dance." Legend says Shiva is a master dancer and the founder of both vigorous and graceful dances in Hinduism; his dancing symbolizes the destruction of the world. Finally, Durga or Durga represents the darker side of Shiva. She has ten arms, wielding a spear or a venomous snake, and rides a lion or a tiger. Durga, to save the gods and humanity, transformed into a buffalo and waged a fierce battle against colossal beings like the bull demon, ultimately slaying it and achieving victory. In her struggle against the bull demon, she manifested in ten forms (in the Shaivist tradition, these are not called emanations as in the Krishna tradition, because emanations belong to a lower level of divine truth): Durga, the Ten-Armed One, the Lion Rider, the Slayer of the Asura Mahisha, the World-Generating One, Kalpa, the One with Hair, the Star, the Headless One, and the Beautiful One.

When the fire was extinguished, a signal flashlight was used to shine a light on the area in front of the door, revealing only ashes, without a trace of smoke or fire. However, the two mythical Pixiu beasts had turned their heads around, their backs now facing us.

Susa, his face covered in sweat, explained to us that the flames spewed by the two divine beasts were the most powerful, the Soul-Burning True Flames of a black magic spell. Any living thing that encountered them would surely have its soul scattered, its body and soul burned to ashes. However, the weakness of the Soul-Burning True Flames was that they could not be sustained and were only effective over short distances.

Those fire centipedes are the fire centipedes in the black magic of voodoo. Originally, these things do not avoid anything and are extremely poisonous. They can move freely in and out of ordinary flames. Unfortunately, they encountered the flying descent of the native black magic - the burning spirit flame, and were still turned to ashes.

We all looked at Susa with admiration; we hadn't expected this kid to be so skilled. The fat man asked with a smirk, "Hey, have you been raising a ghost?"

Susa shook his head wearily and said, "No, it was my grandfather who kept those Seven Fiends Ghosts."

"Seven evil spirits, ghost infant!" A thought flashed through my mind, and I shouted, "Susa, you must be the grandson of the old sorcerer who just passed away from the Ganan sect!"

Susa was taken aback, then gave a bitter laugh, "You guessed it. I only came to you because I was indignant that the Brahmanic sorcery cult caused me to lose both my grandparents, which is why I wanted to destroy their temple."

"Oh, I see," we exclaimed. Shirley Yang stepped forward and said apologetically, "Susa, I'm sorry, we've been a burden to your grandparents."

Susa shook his head with a look of reminiscence and said softly, "No, it's their decades-long grudge. The culprit is that old devil, the great sorcerer Haman, from the Brahma cult. Unfortunately, my cultivation isn't high enough to go directly to him to settle the score, so I had to come here with you to vent my anger."

It turns out that the old sorcerer of the Kanan cult and his mysterious ex-wife had only one daughter, who later married and moved to Chiang Mai, a city outside Bangkok. Her husband's family ran a traditional Muay Thai martial arts school. Then, they had their only son, Susa. Unfortunately, when Susa was five, his father, a stubborn martial artist, refused to convert to the Brahmanical sect. The entire family was cursed with a blood curse by the Brahmanical cult. By the time his maternal grandfather arrived, Susa's entire family, including servants—more than ten people—had all died of leukemia. Fortunately, Susa, who had been sickly since childhood, was training with his grandfather in Kanan village and thus escaped this calamity. After the tragedy, Susa's maternal grandmother, filled with rage, traveled alone to Chiang Rai before the old sorcerer returned, seeking revenge at the Brahmanical cult's stronghold. Unexpectedly, she was later bewitched by that old devil, the high priest Haman, through some unknown means, and became a high priest of Brahmanism, abandoning her husband and family of several decades. In the end, she and her ex-husband met a tragic end, both dying in the process.

At this point, Susa's eyes reddened, and he was on the verge of tears. He had learned the Ganan religion of black magic from his maternal grandfather since childhood, and later went to Stanford University in the United States for further studies. Unexpectedly, he received the devastating news of his grandfather's passing recently, and only then did he rush back to Bangkok, Thailand for the funeral.

We shook our heads in disbelief, even our guide, Agan, shook his head painfully, covered his face, and squatted down to one side. It seemed that the fate of the old sorcerer who taught Nagan black magic was truly tragic.

After Susa had rested enough and calmed down, we slowly and cautiously made our way to the bronze door.

Treading through the thick layer of blazing dust, we filed around the mythical Pixiu beast and circled the edge of the heavy gate to the bronze door.

Below the pit were countless eggshell-like nests covering the walls and bottom, clearly the dwelling place of fire centipedes. It seems that before this, they had been slumbering in their shells, waiting for the tomb raiders to intrude and trigger the mechanism to awaken these venomous insects.

I told Fatty to turn the wolf-eye flashlight back to shine on the bronze door, and I used my entrenching tool to push it open. The door creaked open with a dull thud, and a wave of musty smell rushed out, with dust falling in a flurry from the lintel.

Volume Two: The Four Kingdoms' Campaign, Chapter Fifty-Two: Ananda's Visit to the Tomb of His Mother Goddess

The temple was a magnificent sight, with brasswork gleaming dazzlingly in the beam of the wolf-eye flashlight. We cautiously stepped inside. In the center of the main hall stood a towering statue of Ananda, the Mother Goddess, ten zhang tall. The body was made of brass, but the face seemed to be made of real gold, its luster distinctly different from the rest. This large bronze statue sat atop a majestic brass lion, its eighteen arms wielding various divine weapons. Before the statue was a long table, on which were offered sacrifices of eternally indestructible gold fruits and other offerings.

We walked around the large bronze pillars inside the hall and stepped forward. The fat man casually used a Zippo lighter to light the oil candles in the two arm-thick lotus-shaped lamp holders on the table. The oil candles hissed and burned brightly, emitting a wisp of blue smoke, illuminating the temple.

We carefully examined the interior of the hall and found that, apart from a huge water lily pattern carved three feet in front of the altar, the rest were all ancient Hindu symbols of various deities, nothing particularly special. Unfortunately, no matter how we tried, the huge water lily pattern didn't seem to be an entrance to another hall, so we had to give up.

Later, Susa, based on his historical and religious experience, determined that the entrance should be located at the statue of Shiva, who is in charge of destruction and creation. We tried touching the huge image of the deity on the right wall, and finally, when we touched Shiva's eyeball, the huge bronze pillar in the temple made a sound, and a hidden door opened on the pillar, revealing the way to the sleeping chamber.

Shirley Yang was closest, and she bent down and crawled into the pillar first. Just as we were about to follow, we suddenly felt dizzy, and the pillar slammed shut the hidden door shut and began to spin rapidly. We could faintly hear Shirley Yang scream inside the pillar, and then there was no more sound.

I was terrified and lunged forward, grabbing the bronze pillar just as I was thrown several meters away by its high-speed rotation, crashing heavily to the ground. I couldn't get up for a long time. The fat man panicked, grabbing Susa and yelling at him, asking if he had some wicked idea, trying to avenge his grandparents with a dirty trick of using someone else to do the dirty work.

I struggled to my feet, beckoning to the fat man, clutching my waist, and said it was none of his business. This fall had suddenly reminded me of the note the mysterious old woman had left in the Savannah car, containing that ancient Jain doctrine: "When mortals fight against the gods, they will shed the blood of their hearts. Only by sacrificing the Holy Maiden, worshipping Ananda and the Mother Goddess, and receiving baptism by the Holy Blood at the sacred site of Tailing, can one pray for divine forgiveness!"

It seems that Shirley Yang, as a descendant of the prophet, is very likely bound by the temple's mechanisms as a "saint," and taken somewhere in the sanctuary to be sacrificed to their evil god. This means she is likely in danger.

There was no time to lose; lives were at stake. I frantically gestured for Susa and the others to help me quickly reopen the hidden door in the pillar so I could rescue Shirley Yang, who was in dire straits.

The bronze pillar has stopped moving, but unfortunately, no matter how many times we press the eyeballs on the wall, we cannot open the hidden door in the pillar again.

I slumped to the ground in frustration, thinking, "Damn it, Shirley's going to be in big trouble this time." Suddenly, our guide, Agan, cried out, pointing to the statue of Ananda near the Mother Goddess in the center of the hall. There, several streams of dark red liquid flowed from the seven orifices of the eerie golden statue. Damn it, I was about to lose it.

I struggled to take a few steps toward the golden statue, but the statue was too tall, and I couldn't see clearly what liquid was flowing from her face.

Turning my head, I suddenly yelled at the fat man, "Come quick, give me the gun!"

The fat man, not knowing what was going on, hurriedly ran over with his bag in his hand. He handed me the Type 84 pistol he had bought in Bangkok, and asked me urgently what was wrong.

It turned out that I had inadvertently noticed that the huge water lily pattern on the ground three feet in front of the altar had somehow fallen into the ground along with the floor, forming a huge black hole. Fatty shone his wolf-eye flashlight down and saw that about ten feet below was another decoration resembling a grand hall. It was clear that Shirley Yang had most likely fallen into the hall below along with the water lily pattern.

We tied a climbing rope to the legs of the brass altar, and I tucked my Type 84 pistol into my waistband, my eyes bloodshot, and slid down into the cave first. At the bottom of the cave was also a large hall cast in brass, with a huge brass coffin in the center, and two thick oil candles lit on the altar in front of it at some point.

Fatty, Susa, and our guide Agan slid down one after another and stood beside me. Just as we were about to reach forward, a chilling laugh suddenly came from behind the coffin; it was clearly the voice of an old man.

Accompanied by a cold laugh, a huge golden lotus pedestal slid out from behind the coffin to the side of the altar. Reclining on that lotus pedestal was clearly a disheveled woman—Shirley Yang.

The fat man roared and lunged forward. But facing imminent disaster, I remained calm, grabbed the fat man, and fired a shot into the coffin with my Type 84 pistol. Amidst the sparks, I shouted, "Come out!"

An elderly man, resembling a foreigner, with white hair, a mustache, and a face full of wrinkles, emerged from behind the coffin. Susa let out a low growl, involuntarily trembling, and said, "Haman."

"Haman, so that means he's the bishop, the high priest, and the head of that Brahmanic sorcery cult in Chiang Rai." I had a bad feeling. Damn it, this is clearly another trap, luring us in. But I don't understand how all these unfortunate things keep happening to us mainlanders.

There's no time to think about these things right now. I aimed at Haman's dog-like face and shouted, "What exactly do you want to do?"

Unexpectedly, this bastard swaggered out, wearing an evil black religious robe, and answered me in broken Chinese, "Mr. Hu Bayi, I don't understand what you mean. What do you mean I want to do? But you and this Miss Shirley Yang have come uninvited, sneaking into my Brahmanical temple, the Tomb of Ananda and the Mother Goddess, what are you trying to do? Treasure hunting?"

"Damn it," I thought, pinching my nose awkwardly. "This bastard even knows the term 'tomb raiding.'" I said, "To be honest, we just wandered in out of curiosity. Please forgive us if we've offended anyone. How about this: we'll take Miss Shirley Yang back to the surface now, and we'll compensate you for all the losses."

As I spoke, I gestured to Fatty to make the first move and seize the opportunity to snatch Shirley Yang back from the water lily. I wondered how she was doing and if she was injured.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the fat man approached the water lily, a huge green animal suddenly sprang out from behind the coffin and pounced like a gust of wind. The fat man was so frightened that he stumbled and hurriedly retreated.

The green animal that suddenly appeared at first glance resembled a short-snouted Malaysian crocodile, but upon closer inspection, it was not. This creature had thick limbs and a long tail that swung back and forth like a steel whip. The biggest difference between it and a crocodile was that its skin had no keratinous scales, and it was also hissing out a long, forked, blood-red snake tongue that protruded from its mouth.

This creature was over ten meters long, enormous in size, with all four limbs on the ground, long and menacing teeth, guarding the sleeping golden lotus throne with fierce eyes, and ordinary people could not even think of getting close.

Susa stared in astonishment, then suddenly exclaimed, "A Komodo dragon swarm that breathes fire!" Nahaman squinted, clapped his hands, and laughed, "That's right, your eldest grandson Susa, isn't he? I am your stepfather, Nahaman. This is the Komodo dragon I've raised for decades, a giant Komodo lizard that breathes fire, a swarm of highly venomous insects. How about it? Isn't it much stronger than your great-grandfather Ganan's pet, the Seven Fiend Ghost Infant?"

Susa was about to rush over in a fit of rage, but when he saw the huge Komodo dragon, he suppressed his anger and retreated to my side.

It turns out that the Komodo dragon that Haman raised using his own blood as a conduit is the largest lizard species in the world. Adult Komodo dragons can typically grow up to 3.5 meters long and weigh up to 130 kilograms. They mostly live in burrows among rocks or tree roots in forests, using their forked, blood-stained tongues to locate food sources. The tongue serves as both their taste and smell organs. They are adept at feeding on carrion but also attack and prey on live animals. Furthermore, the saliva of Komodo dragons contains various highly virulent bacteria; once they bite their prey, even if they escape immediately, they will quickly contract septicemia, leading to organ failure and death.

The enormous creature before me is clearly a Komodo dragon king, and it must have been fed with the Five Poisons Spell by that old bastard Haman for many years. Its originally withered skin has turned emerald green, making it extremely poisonous. In addition, it has the ability to breathe fire. Encountering it will inevitably lead to great trouble, with very little chance of winning.

I looked up and, damn it, several more mysterious assistants dressed in black robes had appeared behind that old turtle, Haman. They were clearly some kind of despicable sorcerers. This time, they were well-prepared and confident of victory.

Looking at the current situation where the odds are so stacked against me, I've decided to try to reach a settlement first, just to buy some time and hope for a miracle before making any further plans.

I repeated what I had just said and offered Haman one million baht in compensation on the condition that we take Shirley Yang away.

Unexpectedly, the old fox laughed heartily, looking at the situation before him, and said smugly, "I finally managed to trick you all into coming here, do you think I'd let you go? Besides, besides my great-grandson, I've also obtained the once-in-a-millennium prophet of our sect, the 'Holy Maiden.' Tonight, I will open the altar and use supreme sorcery, sacrificing the Holy Maiden's blood to awaken the soul of our ancestor, rousing our sect's first high priest, who has been asleep for a thousand years, to dominate the mainstream of sorcery in Southeast Asia, and then conquer the world. Hahaha, by then, even that old CIA guy Robert won't be a threat to me."

Damn it, it was that old bastard Robert again who plotted against us. No wonder they knew about Shirley Yang's father, Yang Xuanwei. I looked at the unconscious Shirley Yang with immense sorrow, thinking, "My dear woman, we're surrounded by the powerful Scientology Church in front of us, and the sinister and treacherous ancient Brahmanic sorcery sect behind us. What am I supposed to do? It seems your father really did choose the wrong sect in his life. Today, we're probably going to die here."

Haman suddenly pursed his lips and let out a low growl. The green Komodo dragon suddenly leaped in front of the offering table, glaring at us menacingly and sticking out its tongue. We involuntarily took a few steps back. Just as I was about to fire my gun, Susa grabbed me and said, "No, this guy is not to be trifled with. He's covered in festering sores. If we get involved, we'll be in endless trouble."

After a hearty laugh, Haman declared loudly, "Today I'll show you all my celestial power!" (The four guardian masters then proceed.)

Behind him, four black-robed protectors sat cross-legged around Haman. Haman faced the offering table, muttering incantations as he pinched his fingers and exhaled. He and the four black-robed protectors simultaneously raised their hands to the sky, remaining motionless.

Susa suddenly whispered to me, "This is the most profound Five Souls Corpse-Raising Curse in the ancient Brahmanical sorcery. Its purpose is to awaken the skeletal spirit within the coffin through the blood of the 'Holy Maiden,' thus achieving an extremely poisonous resurrection of the corpse. If the corpse was an extremely wicked person in life, upon awakening, it will surely kill all living beings present, drinking their blood to maintain its immortal body. From then on, it will hunt one living person every day, drinking their blood and eating their flesh to increase its power."

I looked at the enormous monster in front of me, realizing that my Type 84 pistol was no match for it, and hurriedly asked Susa, "What should we do?"

Susa rolled his eyes, glanced at Haman and the others behind the altar, and said, "Don't rush. I have a plan once they awaken the incomparably evil Corpse High Priest."

The fat man leaned closer and whispered, "Damn it, once they awaken the High Priest, Shirley Yang, that saintess, will have been sacrificed alive long ago. What kind of terrible idea did you come up with?"

Susa said in a low voice, "You don't understand. This Five Souls Corpse-Raising Spell requires five highly skilled sorcerers to use their own souls as a guide to force the souls out of their bodies. Then, they use magic to attach themselves to the withered corpses and evil spirits inside the coffins. Only when the five souls are attached can the thousand-year-old withered corpses be resurrected and jump out of the coffins."

Although it had revived by this time, the souls of the other five people were residing within it, and their souls were only temporarily borrowed. Therefore, they could not merge with the evil spirit of the withered corpse and could only guide it to leave the coffin and walk. This was the time when the evil power of the withered corpse was at its weakest, and it was also the time when the five sorcerers were like corpses.

Then, guided by the living souls of the five sorcerers, this withered corpse evil spirit was able to approach the prophet "Saintess" Shirley Yang on the lotus throne, bite her neck, drink her blood, and suck her soul. The withered corpse was then able to completely separate from the five souls and become an evil spirit on its own, moving freely and becoming a ghostly demon. At that time, it would be invincible and untouchable.

We can only achieve a surprise victory and succeed in one strike by seizing the moment the corpse leaves the coffin. The most troublesome thing right now is this Komodo dragon Gu, which seems impossible to subdue. However, I have an idea later. When the corpse leaves the coffin, it's the moment when Haman and the others temporarily lose their other magical powers. At that time, I can use a bewitching spell to dispel Haman's guidance of the Komodo dragon, thereby gaining complete control of the Komodo dragon Gu and making it my own to protect Ms. Shirley Yang and fight against the corpse's evil spirit. As long as the corpse's evil spirit cannot absorb Ms. Shirley Yang's saintly soul, it cannot break free of its five-soul possession. Then Haman and the others will be nothing more than useless corpses, posing no threat to us whatsoever.

Fatty and I were overjoyed and nodded repeatedly in agreement. But when we turned around, damn it, our guide Agan was nowhere to be seen. He must have taken the opportunity to run away in fear while we were discussing things. That's good, it saves us from having to worry about protecting him.

At this critical moment, the five men, including Haman, had their black robes bulging, their faces flushed, and sweat pouring down their faces. Their chanting became increasingly urgent, and the five men clapped their hands together on the coffin. After the five men clapped their hands repeatedly, the heavy coffin actually began to slowly rotate, and then it spun faster and faster until it became a rapidly spinning shadow.

Suddenly, the five people shouted in unison and struck out with all their might. Five blurry little figures flew out from the center of their heads and rushed towards the coffin, passing through the wall. The five people instantly turned into wooden puppets, sitting motionless with pale faces.

At the same time, a series of creaking sounds came from inside the rapidly spinning coffin. The heavy coffin lid flew off, and a white shadow suddenly leaped out, landing on the ground with a grotesque laugh. Facing the rapidly spinning coffin, the white shadow suddenly raised its hand, exhaled loudly, and actually pushed the more than ton brass coffin more than ten feet away, crashing it into the copper and iron walls with a loud thud. The walls shook violently, and the vibrations were so intense that it hurt one's ears. Even the huge green Komodo dragon was startled and turned its head sharply, its tongue spitting blood as it stared warily at the white shadow.

Susa quickly sat cross-legged, chanted incantations, made talismans, and tossed out a large ball of pink powder, enveloping the Komodo dragon that had turned its head. In the hazy pink mist, the enormous Komodo dragon trembled a few times, its stiff body also shaking simultaneously. The Komodo dragon seemed unable to support itself any longer, its hindquarters collapsing to the ground. After a moment of confusion, suddenly, accompanied by Susa's loud shout of "Rise!", the Komodo dragon immediately propped itself up, its eyes gleaming as it turned its head, bowing its head and ears, appearing completely docile.

But then the white shadow emerged from the black shadow with a creaking sound, revealing itself to be a complete skeleton with bare white bones. It moved its legs mechanically, its bony arms swung rhythmically back and forth, its skull swayed erratically from side to side, and its jaw clicked shut, displaying an expression of desperate thirst for blood but disoriented.

I hurriedly said to Susa, "Quick, get the giant lizard to stop it."

Susa calmly chanted incantations, releasing a cloud of green mist, and whispered a sharp command to the Komodo dragon, "Go." Upon hearing this, the Komodo dragon raised its head and growled, leaping to the lotus throne where Shirley Yang was, and roared several times at the white skeleton, expressing its threat and intimidation.

The skull twisted and turned, and only then did it notice Shirley Yang, the "saint," behind the Komodo dragon. Overjoyed, it strode towards the golden lotus throne. Just as it reached three feet in front of the Komodo dragon's head, the dragon let out a low roar and spewed out a cloud of purplish-red flames, engulfing the withered skeleton in fire.

Hearing the crackling of the flames, the skeletal corpse shook its head and emerged from the mist and flames, its body covered in a layer of red dust, turning dark red like the tiles chipping off a wall.

The pink skeleton was furious. It raised its hand and slammed it down. The skeletal hand seemed to have an unusually strong force, actually knocking the green Komodo dragon to the ground.

The Komodo dragon howled in pain, its forked tongue spitting blood as it lunged forward, biting the withered corpse's thigh. With a violent shake of its head, it dragged the corpse to the ground, breaking one of its leg bones. The monitor lizard seized the opportunity to pounce and wreak havoc, pinning the skeletal corpse to the ground. This brutal treatment would have tormented a living person to death.