Semua Bab Rising from the Ashes: Bab 1531 - Bab 1540

Besides, all the most famous fictional heroes in literature were just fighting a common jungle tiger. Moreover, even the largest big cats in the country were a nightmare to face. Yet, compared to the black-furred Dire Tiger, those looked like its smaller cousins. That alone said everything about how much raw power Andrew needed to face it head-on. The valley was surrounded on all sides by towering mountain peaks. The sun moved quickly through the sky, and by just past 1.00 p.m., the shadows had already swallowed most of the canyon. Sunlight had vanished behind the cliffs, and a heavy, suffocating gloom settled in over the group. Two of Logan's best men had started shivering uncontrollably, and it took a harsh round of shouting from Logan to finally shut them up. Another two hours passed, but Andrew still had not figured out a solid way to search the ruins effectively. Even Natasha had run out of patience by then and quietly begged him to consider heading back down the mountain.

Andrew chuckled. "You all remember what was written on the treasure map, right? 'The Fallen Crimson Dynasty treasure… the Underworld Kingdom of the Dead, the bliss of the fallen, the hell of the living.' "The Underworld Kingdom of the Dead, the bliss of the fallen—that sounds exactly like an underground empire, like Emperor Zenith's tomb. And in ancient times, only something like the royal tomb could be built on such a massive scale. At the very least, it had to belong to some insanely rich tycoon or a powerful warlord." He paused, letting that sink in before continuing, "Captain Tora saw a Blood Ghoul crawl out of this place—the Underworld Kingdom of the Dead, the bliss of the fallen. Doesn't that mean it came from one of those burial chambers? "If we head down this well, we're probably entering the underground tomb. And once we're in, it'll only be a matter of time before we find the treasure." Tiana's eyes lit up. "You're absolutely right, Andy! That makes so much sense."

What was even more unsettling was that the one thing they feared most—the Blood Ghoul—was nowhere to be seen in the coffins. Instead, each casket held scraps of decayed fabric and a mess of crude burial items scattered carelessly inside. The others gathered around, studying the contents with growing intensity. Tiana gave a soft chuckle. "Looks like you were spot-on, Andy. This Fallen Crimson Dynasty treasure really is just a massive tomb." Chantelle stared at the three open, empty stone coffins. Then, she asked, "But if that's the case… Where did the bodies go?" That one question silenced the entire group. Logan gave a forced laugh. "Maybe this tomb is so ancient that the corpses turned to dust?" No one joined him. After all, anyone with half a brain knew that under sealed conditions, it was almost impossible for a body to decay to the point of total ash. Even if the flesh rotted away, the bones would remain. However, these coffins were completely empty. Something fel

"Holy crap, I've never seen a gold pendant this massive in my life! Look at it—it's carved with dragons and phoenixes. No doubt it's worth at least a few million!" The two men were panting hard, eyes bloodshot, completely overtaken by greed. After looting one side chamber, they immediately turned and rushed into the next, tearing through it like rabid dogs. Lenny, with his long horse-like face, grew impatient with how slow things were going. He said, "Darius, we should split up. It'll be faster that way." The short, stocky Darius chuckled awkwardly. "Fine by me, but let's be clear—whatever we find, it's finders keepers. No splitting." Lenny had no objections and nodded quickly. "Fair enough. Whatever you find is yours to keep." Without another word, the two men darted off in opposite directions, each chasing treasure on their own. Darius pretended to charge into one side chamber. A sinister smirk crept across his face when he glanced back and saw that Lenny was not paying

The mummy just stared at Darius with that eerie smile, one bony hand still gripping his wrist. But soon, Darius started to realize something was off. He gave a quick tug, and just like that, his hand slipped free with no resistance at all. The corpse's hand stayed frozen midair, curled like it was still trying to grasp him. Even that creepy grin on its face now looked stiff and lifeless. Darius wiped the sweat off his forehead and let out a long breath. His blood, which had turned ice-cold just moments ago, started to warm up again. "False alarm…" he muttered, trying to laugh it off. It turned out that he had just scared himself silly. That mummy had been dead for centuries, and its muscles and bones were already rotting and collapsed in weird ways. So, that was probably why its face looked like it was smiling. After all, dead bodies could not possibly smile. "Motherf—" he growled, and then spat angrily at the corpse inside the coffin. "This whole place gives me the cree