184: The puppets think you are too cheap

Boom!

A heavy thud, like a battering ram smashing against a city wall.

Zhang Dabao’s round body was sent flying back in a 720-degree spin.

“What the heck, this Daoist almost kicked the bucket,” he grumbled, spitting out a mouthful of blood that arced beautifully through the air.

Lin Fan’s eyelids twitched, and he instinctively took two steps back, afraid of getting splattered by the guy’s blood.

“Damn it, this Puppet has so much strength!” Zhang Dabao sprang up from the ground with a carp-like leap, patted the dust off his butt, and cursed under his breath.

Inside the door, the Martial Venerable Middle Stage Puppet, cast from profound iron, slowly retracted its fist, which was the size of a sandbag, its eyes glinting with cold black light.

Something felt off.

Lin Fan’s brows furrowed.

This Puppet… seemed like it wouldn’t chase them out?

“Kid, what are you staring at?” Zhang Dabao nudged Lin Fan, seeing him in a daze. “Hurry up and think of a plan! This big guy is blocking the door, how are we going to get in and get the treasures?”

“Didn’t you notice?” Lin Fan pointed at the tomb door. “It seems… it can’t come out.”

“Can’t come out?”

Zhang Dabao was stunned, then his eyes darted around, and a very lewd smile appeared on his face.

He carefully, tentatively, stepped one foot into the threshold of the tomb again.

“Buzz—!”

The previously static Puppet instantly locked onto him, emitting a chilling killing intent.

“Holy crap!”

Zhang Dabao was so scared that he shivered all over, and without thinking, he retracted his foot like lightning.

A strange scene occurred.

The Puppet, as if a pause button had been pressed, instantly stopped all its movements, returning to its statue-like appearance.

“Heh, it really is!”

Zhang Dabao’s courage grew now.

He began his performance in front of the tomb door.

Left foot in, right foot in, pull back!

Left foot in, right foot in, pull back again!

He wasn’t satisfied, so he simply leaned half his body in, beckoned to the Puppet, with an expression on his face that was as despicable as could be.

“Come on! Grandson! Hit me!”

“Try moving? This Daoist is standing here letting you hit, do you dare to move?”

Lin Fan watched from the side, his face full of black lines, his mouth twitching uncontrollably.

He even felt that a hint of human-like speechlessness was revealed in the Puppet’s emotionless eyes.

It probably cursed in its heart: Where did this weirdo run out from, some mental hospital?

“Bang!”

Just as Zhang Dabao was having a blast, even wanting to go in and touch the Puppet’s chest muscles, the Puppet finally couldn’t take it anymore!

It suddenly took a step forward, its sandbag-sized fist directly crossing the threshold and smashing down hard towards Zhang Dabao’s head!

“Holy cow! You’re dishonorable!”

Zhang Dabao was so scared that his soul almost flew out, and he awkwardly dodged with a lazy donkey roll.

The fist almost grazed his scalp, smashing onto the ground outside!

“Boom!”

With a loud bang,碎石激射.

On the ground, a terrifying, bottomless fist print appeared.

The young Daoist Zhang Dabao, startled by this sudden turn of events, was scared witless, scrambling and rolling to hide behind Lin Fan.

“It… It it it… It came out!”

Lin Fan also had a solemn expression.

This Puppet could actually cross the tomb to attack?!

Was its previous stillness just playing with them?

As the two were still in doubt, after the Puppet unleashed a punch, it slowly retreated back into the tomb, once again resuming its statue-like appearance.

Only its scarlet eyes scanned Zhang Dabao, that look as if to say:

Try coming in again?

“Damn it, this ghostly thing, it has become a spirit!” Zhang Dabao patted his chest with lingering fear.

“No, the treasure is right in front of us, we absolutely cannot return empty-handed!”

He gritted his teeth, pulled out a Storage Pouch from his懷中, and rummaged through it.

A moment later, he pulled out a… peculiar “treasure.”

It was a sword.

A sword wider than a door panel, taller than a person, rusty, with seven or eight chips on its blade… a super great sword!

The sword’s design was extremely ugly, with several dusty stones inlaid on the hilt, and on the blade, three crooked characters were carved in a very childish hand — “Niu Niu Sword.”

Lin Fan: “…”

“Hehe, kid, don’t underestimate this thing.” Zhang Dabao carried the monstrously ugly giant sword, a proud smile on his face. “This is a treasure I, this Daoist, dug out from the tomb of an Old Ancestor of a large Sect last time! It can cut hair and iron like mud!”

Saying that, he directly carried the giant sword and rushed forward again.

“Clang!”

A deafening clang of metal!

Zhang Dabao, man and sword, was sent flying out again.

However, this time, he was not injured, only his Qi and blood churned from the immense force.

And the Martial Venerable Puppet was actually shaken back half a step by this sword.

“There’s a chance!”

Both of them were invigorated!

Just as Zhang Dabao was about to redouble his efforts and fight the Puppet to the end.

Lin Fan, behind him, moved.

Lin Fan glanced at Zhang Dabao, who was entangled with the Puppet and had no time to spare, and then at the little black dog, Black Emperor, who was cowering in the corner, trembling with fear.

With a thought, he directly put Black Emperor into his Storage Ring.

Immediately, he activated his magic power under his feet, and his figure, like a ghost, bypassed the center of the fierce battle and directly rushed into the depths of the tomb.

He immediately saw the bronze coffin placed in the center of the stone chamber!

Without the slightest hesitation, Lin Fan directly lifted the coffin lid!

Inside the coffin, it was empty.

There was only a pitch-black… tunnel, leading to who knows where!

“Kid! You’re freaking tricking me!”

Behind him, Zhang Dabao’s roar, filled with endless anger and frustration, came.

Lin Fan, however, did not turn his head, and gave Zhang Dabao, who was still fighting the Puppet, a “kind” smile.

“Daoist priest, you hold it off for now! I’ll be right back!”

With that, he plunged into the pitch-black tunnel and disappeared.

Leaving only Zhang Dabao, bewildered in the wind.

“I’ll hold your lung!”

“Son of a bitch! You wait for me, this Daoist! This debt isn’t over!”

Zhang Dabao yelled furiously, his ugly giant sword in his hand danced with formidable force, actually fighting the Martial Venerable Puppet to a standstill.

Thankfully, it was a Puppet, only possessing the physique and attack of a Martial Venerable, and Zhang Dabao’s great sword was also no ordinary item, otherwise, this kid would have been finished long ago.

…

Inside the tunnel, it was pitch black, one couldn’t see five fingers in front of them.

Lin Fan fumbled his way forward.

After an unknown period of walking, a faint light finally appeared ahead.

It was another tomb chamber.

This tomb chamber was much smaller than the one outside, but also more exquisite.

The moment he stepped into the tomb chamber!

“Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!”

Countless sharp arrows, glinting with cold light, shot out from the walls in all directions!

As fast as lightning!

Lin Fan’s expression changed slightly, and he was about to activate his magic power for defense.

But he was still a step too slow.

A strange force that could break through spells was attached to the arrows, easily piercing through his protective magic power!

Clang, clang, clang!

A series of metallic clangs!

The arrows, which were strong enough to pierce steel plates, shot at his body, but fortunately, they were all deflected.

The Ancient Desolate Body, terrifying as such!

“That was close.”

Lin Fan also broke out in a cold sweat.

He looked around and began to study the mechanisms within the tomb chamber.

About half an hour later.

A string of curses came from the other end of the tunnel.

“You stinking brat! You damned murderer! Get out here, you hear me, this Daoist!”

Zhang Dabao, covered in dust, walked in carrying the ugly giant sword.

The moment he saw Lin Fan squatting on the ground, fiddling with a pile of parts, he exploded, rushing forward and grabbing Lin Fan’s collar.

“Pay up! Pay this Daoist back!”

He yelled exasperatedly: “Just now, to trap that big guy, this Daoist used three Martial Venerable-level treasures! And a Dragon Locking Chain! Those were all treasures! They were all money!”