Chapter 1973: Revealed (2)
"You, it’s you..."
The Rat gritted his teeth hard, nearly shattering them.
He knew he had been fooled by this kid, played with.
But at the same time, a stronger desire consumed his reason, and the Rat’s eyes turned bright red.
A surge of evil aura enveloped his face.
"Not good!"
Mr. Hui saw his calming talisman was full of cracks and immediately shouted: "Stone, get the chains."
Stone took out the chains, trying to lock up the Rat who had blood-red eyes and was in a frenzied state.
But the next moment, the Rat roared furiously, and a stream of dark blood surged through his body. His arms swelled, breaking free of Stone’s chains, and then lunged at Mo Hua.
The Rat stumbled and fell to the ground, quickly trying to get up again.
Mr. Hui immediately stepped forward and pressed the Rat down with his life shield.
Stone seized the opportunity to step forward and firmly locked the Rat with chains.
The Rat struggled and howled, unable to break free, like a zombie.
Mr. Hui sighed: "The ’Corpse Transformation’ has begun, there’s no way out."
"Then isn’t it..." Stone frowned.
Mr. Hui was somewhat reluctant but had no choice but to say:
"According to custom, once a tomb robber is infected with corpse poison and begins ’Corpse Transformation,’ we have to kill him to prevent disaster."
Stone understood this rule.
But considering their brotherhood, he was still reluctant for the Rat to die.
"Mr. Hui, why not..." Stone pondered, "tie up the Rat and lock him aside, and see after some time?"
"If he improves, we can take him out and then hire a Pill Master to detoxify and repel evil, maybe he can regain his senses. Even if his cultivation is wasted, it’s better to keep him alive."
Mr. Hui fell into contemplation upon hearing this.
He had no fondness for the Rat.
Moreover, just before the bright yellow bronze coffin, when the flesh corpse likeness wanted to kill him, everyone intervened to help, except the Rat who had selfish thoughts and stood by idly.
But he also didn’t want to truly act and kill the Rat.
After all, they had worked together for so many years; he had to consider their camaraderie somewhat.
Mr. Hui was about to nod when suddenly Mo Hua’s muttering echoed in his ear, "The item is clearly with him, why kill me to silence me?"
This sentence was very low, carrying a hint of unnoticeable eeriness.
The item... is with him.
Mr. Hui was momentarily dazed, and without realizing it, a buried evil thought slowly began to emerge from the depths of his heart.
Mr. Hui struggled internally for a moment, shaking his head: "In the tomb robbery business, rules are rules. Keeping him alive, once completely corpse transformed, will bring big trouble."
"Life and death are fated, wealth lies in the heavens."
"This is ancestral teaching; since we’ve taken up this bowl, we should be mentally prepared."
Meanwhile, the Rat’s corpse transformation worsened, his flesh began to rot and supurate, and his pupils contracted with more and more whites, gradually looking more menacing.
Stone was left speechless.
Mr. Hui sighed, "Rat, sorry about this."
Then he took out a long knife, dipped in chicken blood, rubbed it with a yellow talisman, raised it high, and chopped off the Rat’s head in one blow.
The Rat’s head had eyes wide open, as if he couldn’t rest in peace.
Yet his body still struggled like a zombie.
Mr. Hui took out some Fire Talismans, ignited them, and burned the Rat’s body.
But discreetly stuffed the Rat’s storage pouch into his own pocket.
Third-grade fierce fire burned the Rat’s corpse into charcoal.
That’s how the Rat met his end.
Mr. Hui looked at the Rat’s remains, poured a glass of wine, and said softly: "Don’t blame your brother."
Stone also looked at the Rat’s "charcoal" like corpse, then turned to Mr. Hui, with a very unfamiliar gaze.
Mo Hua also looked at the Rat, then silently at Mr. Hui, pondering in his heart.
Firstly, he had no immediate ideas about planting evil spirit.
But he had some experience with how to hatch, stimulate, and arouse people’s evil thoughts.
Human evil thoughts probably stem from their own desires.
When one stands tall on a thousand-foot wall, if there is no desire, there is strength.
Conversely, when people harbor greedy desires, they become weak, foolish, and prone to self-destruction.
In this world, there truly are no smart people.
Before desire, everyone is a fool.
"Learn to perceive people’s desires and use them to make them self-destruct..."
By perceiving others’ desires, one can "manipulate" others.
In a certain sense, it’s somewhat like Uncle’s "Planting Devil in Taoist Heart."
But Mo Hua wasn’t very clear on more specific spell points.
Moreover, his current experience in "manipulating people’s hearts" was still very rudimentary and not very effective.
Next time, it should be more hidden and planned...
Mo Hua quietly calculated in his heart.
For a moment, everyone had their own thoughts.
The Rat died, and this matter came to a close, but the grave-robbing wasn’t over.
Men die for wealth, birds die for food.
On this trip, they naturally couldn’t return empty-handed.
Mr. Hui thought for a while, then said to the four black-robed cultivators:
"Everyone, according to our prior agreement, if there are treasures in this tomb, we split them fifty-fifty. If there are no treasures, the commission doubles."
Now Mr. Pi is dead, and the Rat is dead.
Double the commission.
That left Mr. Hui and one other, just their share of the commission was no small amount.
Provided these black-robed cultivators were trustworthy and wouldn’t default.
Seemingly understanding Mr. Hui’s thoughts, the black-robed elder nodded: "Mr. Hui, rest assured, what was agreed upon, naturally counts."
The elder’s tone was steady, and Mr. Hui slightly relaxed, then said: