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The truth has come to light. The most likely cause of death for this person was that while digging the tunnel, they accidentally triggered a mechanism at the top of the tomb, turning a living person into a chilling skeleton. The body, buoyed by the pressure of the Oil Layer, floated up, entangled in the viscous oil of the Black Lake, becoming a Hei Pi Gui.
However, since this individual managed to break through the Oil Layer and reach the tomb's ceiling, it shows they had some skills. Yet, such a prominent figure ultimately met a tragic end due to the mechanism at the top of the tomb, highlighting just how perilous Li You's Tomb truly is!
"Damn it! Even if it's a dragon's den or a tiger's lair, I'm going in!" Liuzi exclaimed with determination, rolling up his sleeves and preparing to jump down. His junior brother Bai scolded him, "If you're not afraid of dying, then go ahead! With your simple mind and strong limbs, you might as well go down and keep that old ghost company!"
"What about you? You say this isn't possible and that isn't possible. Are we just going to turn back? Hmph! I came all this way and haven't even seen the coffin; I won't go back without seeing it!" Liuzi grew more agitated, wanting to curse everyone out. "And you too, Qiao Master! This is your area of expertise! If this route doesn't work, let's find another one. Just point me in the right direction; I refuse to believe we can't get around this Black Lake!"
"Hmph!" His junior crossed his arms and retorted, "The emperor isn't as anxious as the eunuch! Your master hasn't said anything yet; what do you think you can do?"
Liuzi glared at him, ready to retort when Third Granduncle Master waved his hand: "This isn't the time for bickering. Qiao Master, we've already wasted quite a bit of time. What do you suggest? Should we go down or not? If we do go down, how should we proceed? If not, we need to find another way out quickly."
Liuzi muttered under his breath, "That's what I mean..." He was shot a sideways glance by Third Granduncle Master and promptly fell silent.
Old Qiao scanned everyone's faces; he already had an idea of what each person was thinking. He said, "When it comes to entering a tomb like this, one person cannot accomplish it alone. It requires a team of three or more to succeed. In any team, not everyone is experienced; there are those with only a basic understanding like our apprentice Tu Fuzi and complete novices who want to tag along for the experience. Typically, those novices must sign a death waiver before joining—once in the tomb, they must follow Tu Fuzi's orders. If they act recklessly or refuse to obey and get hurt or worse, they bear the consequences themselves—because in places like this, no one cares if you're a big boss or just a hired hand; only those with skills survive until the end. Given this person's background, he was likely a Yuan Da Tou boss. His death doesn't necessarily reflect what lies beneath; it's very possible he triggered one of the common stone oil traps in tombs—something that could have been avoided had he not been curious or careless. So whether it's dangerous below remains uncertain. And everyone shouldn't feel burdened by this; that's point one."
Having addressed their concerns, he moved on: "Point two is that finding an alternative route is not advisable. First, others have already established a path; if they can enter, so can we—no one has more arms or legs than anyone else. Second, re-digging the tunnel would require too much effort; although we have many hands, we lack professional tools and wouldn't even be able to dig an inch much less break through twenty-six meters deep to reach the main tomb ceiling—it would take us ten nights to finish that task. Therefore, I still support taking advantage of what's already available; however—" At this point, Old Qiao looked at A Chen.
Liuzi grew impatient: "Damn it! We're still heading towards dead ends!"
Old Qiao shook his head with a smile: "No, Liuzi brother, benzene poisoning isn't our main concern; the key issue is how we can hold our breath underwater for an extended period."
I found myself puzzled; this was completely contrary to the analysis that Cold Bench and I had previously reached. We both agreed that preventing Benzene Poisoning was the top priority. Could it be that Old Qiao had already come up with a countermeasure? I asked, “Old Qiao, do you have a good method for dealing with Benzene Poisoning?”
Old Qiao seemed to have been waiting for my question. He looked at me and smiled, “Well, you should know best about this, right?”
“Me?” I thought for a moment, and suddenly it dawned on me. “You mean… you want me to mix my blood with everyone else’s?”
Old Qiao burst into laughter. “Then wouldn’t you be drained dry?”
Hearing this made me even more anxious. What could it possibly be? My junior brother was even more impatient than I was. “Come on, stop keeping us in suspense! Just tell us!” Suddenly, he exclaimed, “I know! Fight poison with poison!”
Old Qiao nodded. “Exactly. All you need to do is mix this black oil with your own blood and drink it together. When the black oil re-enters your body through your skin, it will counteract the benzene poison in your blood, and everything will be fine. It’s just like your Bo Xue.”
As soon as I heard “Bo Xue,” I shot a guilty glance at Third Granduncle Master, who was engrossed in Old Qiao’s explanation without a hint of suspicion. I finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Back in the Bagua Underground Palace, Old Qiao had deliberately exposed my identity as the Blood Poison Man and saved my life at Third Granduncle Master ’s hands. When I later asked Old Qiao why he did that, he simply said that as long as I maintained that identity, Third Granduncle Master wouldn’t dare to act against me easily.
I didn’t know if it was Old Qiao’s words that truly had an effect or what else was at play, but this time when Third Granduncle Master saw me, he seemed much more tolerant and even saved my life during the “Revolving Tide.”
In reality, I had nothing to do with the Blood Poison Man; it was just that having grown up under Master Yue’s care, I was immune to all poisons, and my blood bore some resemblance to the Blood Poison Man’s Bo Xue, which could easily deceive others. But since Third Granduncle Master had already discovered that I was a disciple of the Poison King, how could he not see through this connection?
Now that he had figured out this relationship, what about Cold Bench, who had descended into the pit with me? Wasn’t his identity also exposed?
This was bad; I had made a critical oversight!
However, the worst was yet to come.
When it came to the second dilemma—how to hold our breath— Cold Bench pointed us in a direction: the “damaged route.” “Qian Yi, do you remember the wig we used for breathing at the bottom of the lake in Emerald Villa?”
How could I forget? That was probably the greatest invention of this century! Similar to Fish Gills, it could separate water from air. The wig had a small opening but a large capacity; when you inhaled water, it would swell up completely, and then when you released the opening, it would expel the water while maintaining its shape, still full and round inside with the separated air.
I still couldn’t quite grasp the principle behind it, but practice is the only standard for testing truth. It indeed worked, even safer than carrying an oxygen tank underwater. An oxygen tank would eventually run out, but the air in the water was endless and abundant. Most importantly, multiple people could share one.
The only problem now was where to get such a wig?
That wig had originally been discovered on Sister Kui. Kui Family—wait, Kui Xue?!
I suddenly turned to A Li, whose expression was very unnatural, as if she had been caught doing something wrong. Cold Bench ’s gaze was fixed on her face, causing everyone else to look at her in confusion.
My heart tightened. Damn it, wasn’t Cold Bench selling out A Li?
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