Chapter 33 It really is the Third Master!

Inside the live broadcast room, Zhang Xuan narrowed his eyes!

Those two gunshots not only shocked him, but also stunned the audience in the live stream.

Although the camera did not capture who fired the shots, two bullets—one knocking away a stick of dynamite and the other shattering the bronze mask on the face of the fox corpse—were clearly visible!

With a slightly peculiar expression on his face, he muttered, "Could this person possibly be Third Master?"

The three hundred and fifty thousand viewers in the live room had been in a state of bewilderment. Hearing Zhang Xuan's seemingly self-talking remark, they were instantly shocked.

"My goodness, I didn't expect that so-called Third Master really turned into a fox corpse!"

"What a terrifying fox corpse! I'm just watching a live stream and I still managed to fall under its spell! Could this thing be a thousand-year-old fox spirit?"

"Wait, didn't the host say the shooter is Third Master? Wasn't Third Master dead?"

"What is going on? Did Third Master's corpse spring back to life?"

"..."

Zhou Cheng's shocked voice also came through: "Is it really... Third Uncle?"

Zhang Xuan narrowed his eyes, his gaze sharp as he said, "It seems some kind of unexpected turn of events took place in the burial chamber after you left."

"Since the ghost infant was able to come out, then your Third Uncle naturally could come out too!"

"Besides, there is no one else in this ancient tomb except the four of you!"

"Whether it's your Third Uncle or not, won't you know once you turn around and look?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the camera shook a few times and then abruptly spun around along with Zhou Cheng's head.

Before the camera could focus, the blurry silhouette of a middle-aged man was standing in the darkness!

The tall, thin man's shocked voice rang out: "Third Master?"

"Are you human or ghost?"

Zhou Cheng drew an even sharper breath: "Brother Xuan... it really seems to be Third Uncle!"

Zhang Xuan's gaze flickered slightly. Having run into the ghost infant, he had assumed this Third Master would find it hard to escape death, yet here he was, appearing safe and sound!

Moreover!

This fellow's marksmanship was god-tier!

If that tall, thin grave robber hadn't thrown the stick of dynamite, they probably wouldn't have witnessed Third Master making a real move!

True to being the head of the grave robbers, he indeed possessed some genuine skills.

The figure in the camera waved at the two of them.

Panic-stricken, Zhou Cheng stumbled toward the figure.

Perhaps frightened out of his wits, he nearly dropped the camera to the ground several times.

"Third Uncle... are you really not dead?"

A moment later, Zhou Cheng's voice filled with joyful surprise came from the other end.

"Yeah!"

"I'll explain to you later."

"How is Tali?"

Third Master's voice sounded.

The tall, thin man replied, "I'm afraid he won't make it."

Third Master's voice came again: "Let's deal with this fox corpse first!"

The tall, thin man's voice rang out once more: "Right!"

"Third Master's marksmanship is divine; blow its head right off!"

"If that really doesn't work, I still have dynamite!"

Third Master: "Yeah!"

"The blast radius of dynamite is too huge; it cannot be used unless absolutely necessary!"

Hearing their conversation, Zhang Xuan's expression gradually turned peculiar.

"Hold on..."

"Did I hear that right?"

"You guys want to use bullets to blow up the fox corpse's head?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end.

A moment later, Zhou Zeyiyi's voice came through: "Little Brother Zhang is still listening..."

"Is there something wrong with that?"

Zhang Xuan shrugged: "It's not that there's something wrong, it's that it's way too wrong!"

"This thing is not just a simple fox corpse!"

"This thing is a tomb guardian beast!"

"Do you really think bullets can blow open a tomb guardian beast's head?"

Zhou Cheng: "Ah?"

"What is a tomb guardian beast?"

"Third Uncle, do you know?"

Zhou Zeyiyi's voice also carried shock: "Not only do I know, but I've even seen one!"

Zhou Cheng's voice grew even more astonished: "Really or fake?"

Zhou Zeyiyi: "Of course it's real!"

"However, the tomb guardian beasts I've seen were exotic stone carvings!"

"But this is clearly a corpse?"

"Little Brother Zhang, do you mean it's not human, but actually some kind of mythical creature?"

Zhang Xuan nodded, his expression solemn: "Of course!"

"The stone carvings of tomb guardian beasts placed inside tombs that you mentioned are merely symbolic, just like the stone lions placed at the gates of wealthy households!"

"But the thing you are looking at right now is a genuine, flesh-and-blood mythical beast!"

As his voice fell, the sound of gasping breaths came from the other side.

Zhang Xuan continued: "In ancient times, truly powerful tomb owners would raise a long-lived mythical beast inside their ancient tombs to guard them and attack intruders!"

"Moreover, they are born of heaven and earth, far surpassing ordinary beasts in combat power, ferocity, intelligence, and spiritual awareness!"

"It is simply impossible to kill it with just a handgun!"

Zhou Cheng drew a sharp breath: "Could it be that we're really going to die here?"

Zhou Zeyiyi's reluctant and exasperated voice also came through: "I didn't expect that just as we escaped one disaster, we'd run into something even more terrifying!"

"Is this truly the will of heaven..."

Zhang Xuan blinked. After a brief hesitation, he said, "However, this tomb guardian beast seems to already be dead..."

The other end fell instantly silent.

A moment later, Zhou Zeyiyi's voice, tinged with a glimmer of hope, came through: "Dead?"

"But isn't it now—"

Zhang Xuan shook his head: "There is no breath of life left on it; it has long been a corpse. If your brother hadn't touched the bronze mask on its face, it would never have sprung back to life!"

The tall, thin man's voice chimed in: " Alas, Third Master, you don't know."

"Just now, we all fell under the fox corpse's spell and mistook it for you!"

"That's why Brother Tai touched the fox corpse!"

Zhou Zeyiyi sighed.

Then he asked, "Little Brother Zhang, since this tomb guardian beast is dead, does that mean it's easier to deal with?"

Zhang Xuan blinked: "No!"

"It has become even stronger!"

Zhou Zeyiyi: "Ah?"

Zhang Xuan wore a serious expression: "Impervious to blades and spears, with astonishing ferocity!"

"It's a good thing you knocked that stick of dynamite away just now."

"Otherwise, once that dynamite exploded, it would only have blown that brother of yours above to pieces, and wouldn't have harmed the fox corpse at all!"

Zhou Zeyiyi: "Oh my god."

"Little Brother Zhang, what should we do then?"

"Are we just waiting to die?"

Zhou Cheng: "Brother Xuan, do you still have a way out?"

"If you can save us, when I get back, I will definitely have a statue made of you and worship you with three sticks of incense every single day!"

Zhang Xuan frowned: "I'm trying to think, aren't I?!"

"Why are you making a fuss?"

"I'm not dead yet, why are you offering incense to me?"

With that, he picked a bunch of Shine Muscat grapes from the fruit basket, popped one into his mouth, and chewed noisily.

Zhou Zeyiyi: "Little Brother Zhang, are you eating grapes?"

"Gulp~"

"Gulp~"

"No, I'm drinking cola?"

Zhou Zeyiyi: "..."

"Little Brother Zhang, are you hinting to us that we should eat and drink while we can?"

"Sluuurp~"

Zhang Xuan nodded: "Yeah..."

"Eating really does help with thinking."

A flash of light suddenly illuminated his eyes: "This Third Master!"

"May I ask, when you were entangled by that ghost infant, how did you manage to get out?"

Zhou Zeyiyi's voice carried a hint of hesitation: "Right now?"

Zhang Xuan said with a straight face: "Of course!"

Zhou Zeyiyi's voice came over, tinged with puzzlement: "Actually... I don't know either!"

"Ever since I touched the coffin, I felt some filthy thing clinging to my back!"

"Later, after they left, I thought I was dead for sure."

"But I never expected..."

Zhou Cheng's nervous voice piped up: "Never expected what?"

Zhou Zeyiyi's tone turned bizarre: "I never expected that little thing would actually climb onto my head and take a piss!"

He touched the back of his head: "It still smells reeking of piss..."