The Fisherman's Profit
Chapter 382 - The Fisherman's Profit
Liang Donghai couldn't help but shiver his body when he heard the screams coming from the warehouse, he knew that Fujiwara was done for, he just felt chills all over his body.
And what frightened him the most was that the tomb keeper had never revealed himself or even made a sound from the beginning to the end!
Relentless killing, all done in silence, the tomb keeper was simply like a killing machine!
Liang Donghai accelerated his speed, rushing straight into the car parked at the side of the warehouse, then started the engine and drove at full speed towards the outside of the warehouse area.
If he could drive into the city before the Gravekeeper caught up with him, he might be able to escape with his life.
Because, in the city, the traffic was weaving and the population was dense, it would not be so easy for the Gravekeeper to find him out from the sea of people.
Liang Donghai held the steering wheel with one hand, furiously stepping on the gas, his eyes flicked to the rearview mirror from time to time, his heart trembling with fear, afraid that the Gravekeeper would catch up with him.
The car motor roared, spewing out thick exhaust, speeding forward at full speed, and soon rushed out of the warehouse area, down the wide road, straight to the center of the city.
The car sped on the road for a while, gradually away from the warehouse district.
Liang Donghai looked back, and it seemed that the Gravekeeper did not catch up.
He couldn't help but exhale a heavy breath, and the heart that had been hanging in his throat fell back into place.
He felt as if he was safe.
Before this thought could dissipate in his mind, there was a loud boom, and the car slammed into something and came to an abrupt stop. The huge impact force generated by the speed of more than a hundred kilometers per hour twisted and deformed the front end of the car, squeezing it inward. Broken parts flew everywhere.
If Liang Donghai didn't have magical power to protect his body, this car accident was enough to break him into pieces!
Liang Donghai pushed open the deformed car door with force and climbed out of the car that had almost become a pile of scrap metal.
Then, he saw the Gravekeeper cloaked in that black robe, standing silently in front of the car, the stone gun engraved with silver incantation symbols, sticking out from the black robe, picking two cold corpses on the barrel of the gun.
Liang Donghai's face went white. His hands and feet were cold and icy, and his heart was like sinking into an abyss of ten thousand feet.
What he feared the most had happened, the tomb guardians had still chased after him.
Almost without thinking, he raised his hand and dozens of Lightning Talismans shot out from his hand, heading straight for the Gravekeeper.
The tomb keeper did not move, only the wide black robe on his body, gently drifted a little, like a layer of invisible iron curtain around him. The dozens of lightning talismans were all detonated when they were still ten centimeters away from the tomb keeper.
Thin electric light flashed continuously, appearing particularly blinding in the dark night.
Liang Donghai's breathing quickened, and he felt that his mouth was like a yellow lotus, bitter and astringent.
He had struck with all his might, but surprisingly, he hadn't caused any damage to the tomb keeper!
The strength of this Tomb Keeper was indeed not something that an ordinary Yin Soul or Wild Ghost could compare to.
Liang Donghai knew that there was a huge gap in strength between himself and the Tomb Keeper. So he gave up his resistance and let the Tomb Keeper do what he wanted.
The Tomb Keeper stood in front of Liang Donghai like this, coldly staring at him in silence. The black robe and the pitch-black night, blended into one, appearing extraordinarily bizarre and mysterious.
Liang Donghai was unable to guess what the tomb keeper was thinking, so he could only stand in place apprehensively, just like a death row inmate being sent to the execution ground, waiting for the final moment to come.
After a few seconds of silence like this, the Gravekeeper suddenly issued a lift of his arm, and in a faraway tone. For the first time, he opened his mouth and said, "Still come ... Still come ..."
"Still come?" Liang Donghai was first stunned. Then he understood what the Gravekeeper meant.
The tomb keeper was asking him to return those two treasured treasures that he had stolen from the tomb of the Last Rong Witch.
He hastily nodded his head. Stuttering, he replied, "I'll return ... I'll return them to you."
While saying this, he ran to the side of the ruined and abandoned ground automobile and rummaged around for a while before retrieving the leather case.
Opening the suitcase and showing the tomb keeper what was inside, Liang Donghai respectfully handed the suitcase to the tomb keeper's heel.
Not see the tomb keeper have any action, the suitcase was sucked into the tomb keeper's black robe with a "whoosh" sound, and could no longer be seen.
Liang Donghai handed over the suitcase, feeling as if his heart was dripping blood!
So many people had died and spent such a huge price just for the two rare treasures in the suitcase.
These two treasures, however, were still taken back by the tomb keeper and would eventually return to the grave of the last Rong Witch.
It was like going around in a big circle and ending up back at the same place.
Whether it was him or the Japanese Shinto religion, it was all a basket case.
However, the price he paid was even more tragic, because his entire family was still in the hands of the Shinto religion, without these two treasures in exchange, with the ferocity of the Shinto religion, his family was afraid that they would be in great danger.
As soon as Liang Donghai thought of this, he was disheartened.
He really didn't want to hand over the two treasures in the suitcase, but he had no other choice.
Because, even if he didn't hand them over, this powerful tomb keeper, would still kill him and snatch the treasures back.
In addition, even if he honestly returned the treasures now, the chances of this tomb guardian sparing his life were equally small.
However, to his surprise, after retrieving the treasure, the tomb keeper let out a series of strange utterances that sounded like a shrill whistle before turning around and leaving, taking no action against him.
Liang Donghai couldn't help but be stunned, not thinking that this cold and heartless Tomb Keeper would let himself off so easily!
He couldn't help but feel a momentary mixture of flavors in his heart, unable to say whether he was surprised or delighted.
However, his elation only lasted less than two seconds, when a sharp pain that tore his heart and lungs suddenly came from his chest.
Liang Donghai hurriedly tore open his clothes and looked down, only to see that the wound he had received when he entered the Tomb of the Last Rong Witch had unexpectedly become worse without any warning, and it continued to get worse, as if there was an invisible knife that was cutting at the wound, causing it to keep expanding, and causing the black blood to keep flowing out.
Liang Donghai suddenly realized in his heart that the grave keeper had no intention of letting him go at all, but rather wanted him, the grave robber, to die a more miserable and painful death.
The shrill whistling that the tomb keeper had just given out when he was leaving was probably an ancient incantation.
Liang Donghai slowly sat down with his back against the ruined body of the car, the only thing he could do now was to quietly wait for death to come.
Zhao Rui wore a silver Underworld Spirit mask and crossed his arms over his chest as he hovered high in the air, like a bystander with no connection to the world, looking down on everything that was happening underneath.
From the appearance of the Tomb Guardian, to his thunderous attack, killing Fujiwara, Yamada, and the others, and finally retrieving the suitcase.
Zhao Rui had watched the entire process, not missing a beat.
However, from start to finish, he didn't make a move.
Because, in his opinion, these people were nothing more than black on black, dog-eat-dog, and it wasn't worth it for him to make a move to save them.
What he wanted to do was just to be a fisherman for once, snatching the treasure from the hands of the final victor.
It wasn't until the tomb guardian retrieved the leather case and turned around, ready to leave, that Zhao Rui knew that it was time for him to show himself.
Zhao Rui put his figure into motion, and like a shooting star, he fell straight down, flying in front of the tomb keeper in the blink of an eye.
"You go, and leave the suitcase behind." Zhao Rui clarified his intentions in a simple and clear manner.
The Gravekeeper stopped in his tracks. Ice-cold eyes, shooting out from his black robe, landed on Zhao Rui's body, scrutinizing it back and forth.
Then, he let out a sharp hiss, gripped his Silver Rune Stone Gun, and violently slammed it down towards Zhao Rui.
Zhao Rui had always been on high alert for this cold killing machine, and just as soon as the stone gun moved, he spread his body and began to dodge.
The Silver Rune Stone Gun brought a whistling sound that broke through the air, brushing past him and smashing heavily into the tarmac.
Under the tremendous force, rubble and dust were sprayed into the air, and a huge crater immediately appeared on the ground, with spiderweb-like cracks spreading in all directions with the crater as the center.
The corpses of Fujiwara and Yamada hanging on the stone gun also split apart in an instant, turning into countless pieces of flesh that splattered everywhere.
One strike missed, the Gravekeeper's wrist flicked, and the meter-long stone gun, jumped up, traced a silver trajectory in the air, and stabbed at Zhao Rui once again at a marvelous angle.
Zhao Rui's goal was only the treasure in the suitcase, unwilling to get entangled with the tomb keeper for too long, he then decided to fight quickly.
He retreated like lightning, pulling away from the Gravekeeper, and wiped his right hand on the Qiankun Ring.
The Bloodthirsty Demon Blade shot out from the Qiankun Ring, hovering and rising high into the sky, like a deathly crescent moon, showering the Gravekeeper with blood-red light.
According to Zhao Rui's thoughts, no matter if this gravekeeper was a human or a demon, as long as he was enveloped by the Bloodthirsty Demon Blade's radiance, even if his blood wasn't sucked out, he would be greatly injured.
However, to his surprise, the gravekeeper completely ignored the bloodsucking demonic light shot out by the Demonic Knife, and danced his Silver Talisman Stone Lance, charging towards him!