Chapter 39: How to Cross Over?

The entire tomb began to shake violently once again. Cracks slowly spread across the ground. Illuminated by the candle monster, the tomb was as bright as day. From beneath the earth, countless arms suddenly thrust upward, wriggling out one after another.

“Aaah…”

“How terrifying, it’s going to scare me to death…”

Xiaoqing, being a girl, couldn’t help but be frightened by the unknown. But in that moment, she was far calmer than Li Changluo. Staring blankly, she watched as Li Changluo, hiding in her embrace, screamed and acted spoiled. He raised his arms high, completely at a loss, speechless with fear.

At this moment, truly…

Who was the girl here?

Li Changluo was genuinely terrified. In his previous life, he had never read horror novels, never touched ghost stories, and the only horror film he’d ever seen as a child—“Teacher in the Mountain Village”—had been rented under the shopkeeper’s ruse that it was a comedy.

He’d been curious to see how a simple mountain teacher would act out a comedy, so he took the tape home to watch. Ever since then…

He realized that it wasn’t just the teacher in the mountain who deceived people, but also the shopkeeper.

What a villain.

Now, with all these arms reaching from beneath the tomb, of course he was scared.

Good people die young, bad people live a thousand years—the difference lies in whether you know how to vent your negative emotions. Li Changluo understood this very well.

When you’re scared, you need a hug. That’s a human’s first response.

And besides hugging the lovely Xiaoqing, what else was he supposed to do here?

Should he have run to hug Blackie or Fatty Wang, and then said…

“I’m so scared!”

“I need to lie on your broad chest!”

“I’m so frightened I could punch you with my little fists!”

Impossible! He wasn’t that way inclined.

As these thoughts flashed through his mind, Li Changluo couldn’t help but want to pound Xiaoqing’s chest with his little fists…

But unexpectedly, a pair of tactless hands grabbed his feet.

“Hey, let go of me!”

“Let go, let go!”

“If you keep this up, I’ll call the police!”

Li Changluo was frantic, struggling to free himself from those hands.

Yet…

Xiaoqing simply wrapped her arms around his waist and, with ease, lifted him high off the ground…

A hug, and then up in the air…

Li Changluo dangled like a little quail, gazing down at Xiaoqing. Only then did he realize she was actually rather tall, with a voluptuous figure. But…

Something didn’t feel right. Why was it so breezy…

It really was breezy, as if he weren’t wearing any pants at all. Li Changluo immediately looked down.

His pants were being gripped tightly by those arms emerging from the earth, leaving him in nothing but a pair of floral underpants.

Damn it, what perfect coordination.

One lifts, one grabs.

It was really breezy.

Li Changluo’s face darkened. He sighed deeply and looked up at the tomb’s ceiling—how embarrassing.

Being lifted high by a cute girl.

And without any pants.

Li Changluo’s heart was exhausted.

Just how much did she want to take off his pants?

This was the second time.

How could this be?

Every time there was a fight, she’d try to strip him—was this her character setting?

“Huh, are those coins?”

Blushing, Xiaoqing quickly set Li Changluo down and avoided looking at him.

“Yes, lots of coins, and the weather’s nice today, ha ha ha…”

Li Changluo hurriedly snatched his pants from those hands and hastily pulled them on.

Blackie and Fatty Wang silently watched the whole cringeworthy scene, goosebumps rising all over their bodies.

At that moment, coins really did crawl out from beneath the ground. The arms that had tried to break through the surface belonged to these strange monsters.

Each one was a square-holed coin with fangs, roughly human-sized, complete with four limbs and a coin for a head.

The coin monsters kept crawling out, quickly flooding the tomb. The main burial chamber, already not very large, was packed to the brim.

“They’re sprouting faster than autumn cicadas—there’s no time. We have to find the source of this tomb’s mysterious power, fast,” Fatty Wang said anxiously.

“Autumn cicadas?” Blackie eyed the coin monsters emerging nonstop, licking his lips. “I’ve got a gut-wrenching idea.”

With that, he transformed into his true form—a giant hamster.

Without hesitation, he charged at the coin monsters, gnawing at them relentlessly with his huge incisors.

He bit, and bit, and bit, sparks flying as he chewed.

“That’s truly gut-wrenching. Don’t his teeth hurt?” Xiaoqing unconsciously felt a pang in her own teeth.

Still, she immediately leapt into the fray as well.

Fatty Wang scanned the room, searching for something, but with monsters pouring out faster and faster and the chamber so small, he had no choice but to fight too.

For a while, the main chamber was a boiling cauldron—coins flying everywhere.

Chaos reigned.

Some fought, some got beaten.

Only Li Changluo lay quietly on the ground, playing dead.

Am I being too conspicuous pretending to be dead like this?

Should I stage a dramatic prelude—maybe get knocked out by a monster and utter a stirring, heroic line?

Yet…

It seemed…

No one was paying any attention to Li Changluo’s fierce inner struggle—not even the coin monsters.

He lay there quietly, performing his solo drama, feeling utterly lonely and empty.

But survival was paramount.

Half-squinting, Li Changluo watched the fierce battle raging in the tomb…

He couldn’t help marveling—surely this was the most intense fight he’d had since coming to this world.

However, these coin monsters were nothing like the black skeleton—the more they fought, the weaker they became. When Xiaoqing struck them, they’d get dazed; when Blackie bit them, they’d fall.

But what truly amazed Li Changluo was Fatty Wang’s fighting style—he was actually…

Sitting on the coin monsters, one after another.

Each coin monster fell in humiliation beneath his rear end.

So fierce…

His backside was truly formidable…

Wouldn’t he get hemorrhoids?

However…

Li Changluo realized that monsters were pouring out from the ground much faster than they could be defeated.

And…

The tomb walls were slowly shrinking, making the chamber more and more cramped.

Li Changluo suddenly realized he couldn’t keep playing dead—if he did, he’d really die.

But with only two points of demon power, protecting himself was already the best he could do.

His only option now was to find the mysterious power that Fatty Wang had mentioned.

But the tomb was only so big—they’d searched everywhere already.

What else could he do, find a lollipop?

He racked his brain, recalling every detail from the first time he’d entered the tomb.

The corridor…

The main chamber…

The side chambers…

The two side chambers…

He’d searched all those places when they were first hunting the corpse ginseng monster, and nothing had seemed out of the ordinary.

He thought anxiously.

Wait…

Suddenly, Li Changluo remembered—there was a back chamber in the tomb. He’d meant to check it earlier, but had forgotten because of the incident with the cellphone monster.

But now, the main chamber was a battlefield in utter chaos.

How was he supposed to get across?