The Blade-Wielding Legend
Chapter 563 - 321 The Ghoul in the Tomb

Chapter 563: Chapter 321 The Ghoul in the Tomb

The one who picked up the red mace was an old man.

His appearance was very strange, dressed in a black robe with a black cloth wrapped around his head, his complexion was a ghastly white tinged with bluish-gray, and it was covered with age spots.

Especially those eyes, which were also a dull grayish white.

The face-reading book had mentioned, a face without luster, shrouded in white, portends great misfortune, called "the weeping Heaven’s net." Either oneself or one’s family members would surely face calamity.

And this old man’s condition was even worse.

It was the complexion of a dead person.

Not only that, his body faintly emitted a stench of decay, and his muddy fingers were covered with many whitened wounds.

To say this old man resembled a walking corpse was no exaggeration.

Beside him stood several sturdy men, all dressed in wax-dyed blue cloth vests with their hair braided and coiled at the top of their heads.

Every one of them was strong and mighty, their wrists and necks adorned with various bone ornaments, while colorful cords made up the belts around their waists.

This attire was somewhat similar to the Tu Clan, but with some differences, as it was dressed according to the customs of the ancient Jiangxia barbarians.

Of course, this ancient ethnic group of Jiangxia barbarians had long since vanished, and even their traditional attire was not quite accurate.

The origins of these men were complicated.

Mostly they were Miao people and Tu Clan who harbored dissatisfaction toward the Han people. They gathered under the name of the Jiangxia barbarians and formed a secret society.

Their usual secret gatherings took place here in the Barbarian King’s tomb. Often they did nothing more than drinking and venting, or playing dress-up and robbing the Han people’s merchant teams to release their dissatisfaction and earn some silver.

But they started committing serious acts when somebody with an agenda started guiding them.

"Ge Lai elder."

One of the Miao men stared intently at the red mace in the old man’s hand, hardly able to believe, "With this, can the White Tiger Saint King really be resurrected?"

The elder nodded, glanced at the thunder in the sky, and spoke with a hoarse voice, "The White Tiger Saint King is envied by Heaven. As soon as it appears, it will be struck by heavenly tribulation, which is why it lies dormant in the Barbarian King’s tomb."

"This is a National Guardian Divine Artifact from the Tang Dynasty. With it, the White Tiger Saint King can break free!"

The men looked at each other with excitement in their eyes and collectively bowed, "We ask Ge Lai elder to perform the ritual to beckon the Saint King’s descent!"

The elder nodded, "There’s no time to waste, Let’s get started right away."

After speaking, he led the men through the woods.

In front of them was a large open space, where the wild weeds and vines had been cleared, and in the distance were a number of burial mounds, most overgrown with old trees and withered branches, and the broken steles had collapsed to the ground, the inscriptions already mottled.

The Jiangxia barbarians had vanished long ago, naturally with no one to pay respects, and among the dead trees and fallen leaves, one could even see the thieves’ pits.

Originally just an ordinary area.

The Divine State had a long history, with countless royal tombs from dynasty to dynasty, and you might encounter one walking through the mountains.

However, as the White Tiger Sha spread, the atmosphere around this Barbarian King’s tomb also became somewhat eerie, especially in the dark recesses of the deadwood, where there seemed to be a few shadows revealing their pale faces.

Those were the tomb robbers who had died here.

As the ferocious qi of White Tiger Sha overflowed, they could also be seen by ordinary people.

And on the open ground in front of the burial mound, there was a mix of mud and dirty blood, and a huge pottery jar filled with heads and limbs soaked in blood.

Next to the jar, which served as an altar, stood several men with gloomy faces.

The Miao men who saw this all shuddered.

This "Ge Lai elder" was a Hidden Treasure Man from Xiangxi, who claimed to be from a family that sought the mysteries of life and had spent most of his life in search of the White Tiger Saint King.

According to him, the Jiangxia barbarians originated from the Ba people, descendants of Lin Jun, and once had a peerless hero, a shamanic barbarian named Xu Sheng, known as the "White Tiger Saint King," who led his people in resistance against the Han.

This "White Tiger Saint King" lay dormant in the deepest part of the Barbarian King’s tomb, waiting to be awakened by later generations.

And the process of "awakening" was particularly cruel.

They not only sacrificed villagers from the surrounding hamlets, but after ascending the mountain, blood rituals were performed daily. When surrounded by the Zen sect, unable to descend the mountain, they began sacrificing their own people.

According to Ge Lai elder, the blood ritual once begun cannot stop until the "White Tiger Saint King" has emerged.

To be honest, at this moment, their fear was greater than their joy.

They had followed the rebellion hoping to become wealthy and live a good life, but before success, most of their companions were already dead.

The next one could be any of them.

But they also did not dare to resist, not only because Ge Lai elder could summon Ghost Gods and control zombies, but also the experts from Tusi City standing in front of the altar could easily subdue them.

"Pay respect to Ge Lai elder."

The experts from Tusi City bowed in unison at the sight.

Ge Lai elder glanced at the burial mound ahead and asked in a deep voice, "How is it, still the same?"

"More serious."

A man spoke, then immediately took a ladle, scooped up a ladleful of bloody water from the pottery jar, and fiercely splashed it toward the burial mound.

Something strange happened.

The blood that splattered on the ground immediately mixed with the mud, but the blood that fell on the burial mound seeped into the soil at a visibly fast rate.

As if something was absorbing it.

Ge Lai elder was about to speak when suddenly his heart clenched, and he quickly looked northward.

White Tiger Sha spread, and the entire mountain was engulfed in thick fog.

But he could feel a force surging over, trying to disperse the White Tiger Sha, and the fog on the mountain began to churn.

"Hurry, open it, there’s no time!"

At the elder’s command, the men rushed forward, hastily moved aside the dead branches and leaves, revealing a huge thief’s pit.

Around the pit, coffins nails were strewn all about, and red ropes dipped in chicken blood were entwined together in a grid pattern to prevent something from emerging.