Murano Momo is a cunning doctor

Chapter 1256 Backdoor

As the two ventured deeper, fog began to fill the surroundings.

"Follow my footprints, don't step on them."

Upon arriving at an open area, Lao Liu became noticeably more cautious, walking carefully and deliberately avoiding puddles and clusters of dead leaves.

"These seemingly solid places are actually hollow underneath. They are traps dug by generations of Crimson Blood Cult members, filled with iron spikes and poisonous swamps. Once you fall in, you can't climb out."

Are you sure... that place is nearby?

Jiang Xiaochuan looked around and couldn't help but ask.

The Crimson Blood Sect has been passed down for thousands of years, and the resting place of its leaders is in this godforsaken place.

"You won't be wrong, just turn past that grove of crooked-necked trees and you'll be there!"

The sixth brother rubbed his hands together, his expression hardening with gritted teeth.

Jiang Xiaochuan glanced sideways and quickly realized that this fat man held a grudge. He must have suffered a great loss here last time, and this time he was determined to come and take everything from the other man.

After finishing his sentence, Lao Liu quickened his pace.

Jiang Xiaochuan followed, his eyes scanning both sides.

Skeletons began to appear on the ground, first animal bones, then human skulls.

These bones weren't just thrown away randomly; many were stuck in awkward positions in tree roots or rock crevices, as if they had been forcibly stuffed in.

After passing through the dense old forest, the view suddenly opened up.

As the fog thinned, Jiang Xiaochuan was shocked to see a massive cliff suddenly appear before him.

The entire cliff face was covered with a thick layer of dark red stuff, which was neither like moss nor ordinary moss, but rather resembled some kind of slow-growing, bloodthirsty creature.

Right in the middle of the cliff, the entrance to a cave was completely hidden by dense, dark red vines.

The vines were thicker than those in the forest, with a ring of fine barbs around the edges of the leaves, layer upon layer, like a heavy curtain.

"Don't just stand there, come on over."

Old Six shouted and quickly walked over.

Jiang Xiaochuan followed and went straight to the entrance of the cave. He stretched out his finger and touched the nearest vine.

A cool and smooth sensation immediately reached my fingertips.

Then, a small drop of viscous black water quickly seeped out from the spot that was touched, slowly sliding down the vine and dripping onto the stone below.

"laugh!"

A slight corroding sound was heard.

A few wisps of pungent white smoke rose from the stone, quickly burning out a small, charred hole.

Upon seeing this, Jiang Xiaochuan was taken aback; the corrosiveness of this liquid was many times stronger than that of sulfuric acid.

Then, Jiang Xiaochuan raised his eyes and scanned the cliff face to both sides.

Upon seeing this, I couldn't help but feel a tightness in my chest.

On the cliff face, rows of square grooves have been carved out.

Each slot contained a mummified corpse.

Most of the clothes were almost rotten, but judging from the remaining pieces of cloth, these people died in very different eras.

There are fragments of military uniforms from modern times, as well as traces of coarse cloth clothing from even earlier times.

All the mummies were in the same position: their backs were against the stone wall, their legs were slightly bent, and their heads were tilted back in a very unnatural way.

Jiang Xiaochuan looked closely and saw that every face was frozen in extreme pain, their mouths agape to the point that their jawbones were about to dislocate.

The most glaring feature is the neck; without exception, there is a ring of blackened, ulcerated teeth marks, so deep that the bone is visible.

Dark brown blood spread from the teeth marks, soaking through the tattered collar and drying into grotesque marks on his chest.

He suddenly realized that this was an ornament that had been drained of its blood and then deliberately placed here.

Jiang Xiaochuan was no stranger to bloodshed, but this insidious practice of making death so ritualistic and displaying it for so long still chilled him to the bone.

"Is this the entrance?"

Suppressing his unease, Jiang Xiaochuan looked at Lao Liu and asked in confusion, "Why is no one watching over such an important place?"

"Hey, you don't understand this."

Old Liu walked to the bottom of the cliff, reached out and patted the dark red "moss," making a muffled "plop" sound.

"According to the old rules of the Crimson Blood Cult, the Holy Tomb is the place where the leaders of the cult have slept. It is a quiet and secluded place where the living should not go near."

“Sending living people to guard this place would disturb the ancestors and invite a backlash of blood evil. As far as I know, they have followed this rule for over a thousand years without ever breaking it.”

His voice carried a hint of smugness, "Otherwise, how do you think I, Fatty, managed to sneak in and come out unscathed last time?"

As he spoke, he crouched down and began to feel around at the base of the cliff to the left of the cave entrance.

I tapped my fingers on the stone wall and listened to the echo.

"Thump thump... thump... thump thump..."

The changes in sound were very subtle.

After knocking a few times, Lao Liu raised an eyebrow and grinned, "Alright, these bastards have built the tomb quite securely. It's a pity they're not very sharp; they didn't even notice the 'back door' I left."

He bent down and grabbed a slightly darker-colored protrusion at the base of the cliff, which was almost integrated with the surrounding rock face.

The thing was also covered by dark red moss, but upon closer inspection, one could see extremely fine cracks along the edges.

The sixth man straightened his back, his arm muscles tensed, and he gave a low shout: "Rise!"

"Click, la la..."

A dull sound came from deep within the rock mass.

The rock was forcibly pulled off the cliff, revealing a dark hole the size of a bowl behind it.

The cave was pitch black, and a murky smell quietly drifted out.

Jiang Xiaochuan glanced at it and saw obvious polishing marks on the rocks at the edge of the hole. It was clear that Lao Liu had specially treated it to make it fit the cliff perfectly. No wonder the Crimson Blood Sect hadn't been able to find it.

He couldn't help but think to himself, "This fat guy looks carefree, but he's actually quite shrewd."

"Hey, why are you acting like an idiot? Come here right now!"

The sixth brother was the first to peek into the hole, then turned back and waved to Jiang Xiaochuan, "There's a 'Bloodline Aura-Attracting Array' set up outside this hole. Although no one is on duty, if you stay outside for more than ten minutes, it will attract the evil energy of the dried corpses on the cliff, and then we'll be in big trouble."

Jiang Xiaochuan followed the instructions and walked to the hole. He peered inside and saw that the passage was deep and dark, with no end in sight.

He was always cautious, and he felt that this intrusion had gone too smoothly, almost unrealistically so.

"Since the Holy Tomb is here, where is the headquarters of the Crimson Blood Cult? It's impossible for all the followers to be scattered in different places, leaving no one to guard the Holy Tomb."

"how could I know?"

"I, Fatty, only care about tomb raiding and treasure hunting. I don't care where their headquarters is. But in my opinion, their headquarters is definitely not around here. They can't possibly cause trouble on their ancestors' graves, can they?"

With that, the sixth brother rolled his eyes. "Stop arguing, let's go inside and talk!"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Xiaochuan turned to look around.

Below the cliff lies a bottomless valley, shrouded in miasma, where undulating dark shadows can be vaguely seen, their origins unclear—whether ancient trees or rocks.

The entire area was eerie and terrifying, with extremely low visibility, and no trace of any man-made structures could be seen.