Domineering Son-In-Law

3This was a huge project. From the modern star map of the 28th Night, one could deduce the reverse flow of time, allowing the 28th Night to go back to the Song Dynasty.    

    

This was also the reason why Gui Gwoo had the strength of a half-step Heaven stage warrior. If it was only the Pre-Sky Realm users, he wouldn't dare to guarantee the accuracy of their deduction.    

    

Gui Gwoo arranged all the positions and faced the largest bead in the middle of the twenty-eight star charts. He took a deep breath and pressed his hand down.    

    

"Rumble …"    

    

The door began to shake violently, and most of the people took a few steps back in panic.    

    

Lin Faang stood still. Even when the rock was not far from him, he did not show the slightest sign of fear.    

    

Immediately after, the door was split in half, and a small crack appeared. Black mist was emitted from the crack.    

    

"Old Dean, we will leave the rest to you. We will go to the grave tomorrow afternoon." Lin Faang said.    

    

Du Haitang nodded. His eyes lit up, revealing his fanaticism. What he loved the most in his life was to understand the history and the next tomb.    

    

"Sis Sun, let's go. It's not suitable for non-professionals to stay later." Lin Faang turned around and said to Sun Fengtong who was beside him.    

    

Sun Fengtong nodded. Before coming here, she already had some understanding.    

    

When the closed tomb was just opened, large amounts of virus and bacteria would gush out. It needed to let the air in and out, to neutralize the air in the tomb, and if necessary, to wear a gas mask as a precaution.    

    

As for the ancient tombs of the Song Dynasty, who knew how many viruses they produced in the sealed skies, they naturally needed to be more careful.    

    

Lin Faang did not let Gui Gwoo leave together with him. It was possible that he would need his help to leave this place, so he only wanted to leave together with Sun Fengtong.    

    

After a large number of hoses were stuffed into the door, special disinfectant water was sprayed out without any alcohol. After all, there were a lot of places to use fire under the ancient tomb, so no one wanted a fire to suddenly appear and burn themselves to death. That's why they developed this disinfectant water.    

    

"Put in the surveillance bug!"    

    

Du Haitang's assistant opened a box and took out a Mechanical Spider. He placed it at the entrance and controlled the spider to enter through the stone door.    

    

"Pah!"    

    

Turning on the mechanical spider's headlights, the surroundings were filled with rotting dust. It only needed a little wind to cause a sandstorm.    

    

The mechanical spider began to walk deeper into the room. Immediately, large and small bugs of all shapes and sizes filled the space with spider webs. As the spider weaved deeper into the space, the workers beside it began to draw a map of the ancient tomb.    

    

Gui Gwoo stood to the side and watched quietly. The expression on his face became more and more serious as the Mechanical Spider went deeper. He then took out his phone and silently sent a short message to Lin Faang.    

    

On the other side, Lin Faang was waiting on the construction site for news from Gui Gwoo after sending Sun Fengtong off.    

    

"Ding."    

    

His phone vibrated. Lin Faang looked at it and sighed, "Sigh!" This is definitely related to the Longevity Turtle. This is going to be troublesome. " He then dialed Lyi Zheng's number.    

    

The call connected and Lin Faang quickly said: "Ready? Come over tomorrow afternoon. We're going to get off the grave." With that, he immediately hung up the phone, his eyebrows knitted together and he began to worry.    

    

"I hope that guy hasn't spread the news yet. Otherwise, the Dragon City that had just quieted down will become lively again."    

    

It was dark and the construction site was surrounded by a cordon of security guards.    

    

In the secret basement of the Chen Clan in Dragon City, two men were hanging from two wooden racks. Their light breaths told people that they were still alive, but their flesh and blood had been hollowed out, revealing white bones and the internal organs of the human body.    

    

If one looked carefully, one would realize that these two people were Zhang Long and Zhang Hu, who were sent on the plane by Gui Gwoo.    

    

In front of the two was a man and a woman. The man was Chen Yiming, who was standing respectfully beside the woman.    

    

The woman's blue eyes were filled with mystery. Her long golden hair gave off the aura of a noble. Her curvaceous body was captivating. Her slender, jade-like hands played with the surgical scalpel in her hands, dancing in the air like a silvery-white butterfly.    

    

The woman held the scalpel. On the blade, she engraved this paragraph of English characters. It was translated to be 'White Jack'.    

    

"There is no need for you two to act this way. I merely wish to take a look at the Sublime Heart Sutra. If you guys were to say it out loud, wouldn't you all have suffered greatly?"    

    

"Bah!" Zhang Hu spat out a mouthful of blood and cursed, "Stupid little b * stard, kill me if you have the ability. If you want the Taichi Heart Sutra, then keep dreaming!"    

    

"Senior brother Zhang Hu, a wise man knows what to do. Why must you bear such a great sin for a book?" Chen Yiming said with a troubled and unwilling expression, "Otherwise, I have no choice but to invite the other juniors or masters out."    

    

"Stop crying and pretending to be merciful. You better not give me a chance to live, or else I will return today's pain a thousand times over." Zhang Hu looked at Chen Yiming with anger. If it wasn't for him, the two brothers wouldn't have become prisoners.    

    

"That's enough, Little Tiger. Don't waste your energy." Zhang Long suddenly spoke up to stop Zhang Hu. He raised his head and looked like he lost half of his flesh, but his eyes were still rolling, which made people shudder in fear.    

    

Raising his head, his gaze rested on the woman as he said in a low voice, "You must be the doctor Bai Jack."    

    

"Oh!" The woman looked at Zhang Long in surprise and said, "You know me!"    

    

Zhang Long shook his head, "I've only heard that there are three rumours in the world, the weak legendary, and the victorious thousands of doctors. They are, respectively, the Ghost Hand Asura, the weird-looking doctor Gu Yinxi, and the weird doctor Bai Jack. All three have different abilities, but all of them have the miraculous ability of raising the dead."    

    

"Hahaha …" The woman suddenly burst into laughter. She got up from the chair and came to Zhang Long's side, "Let me introduce myself. Blame you, doctor. Jack, Roseanna, for forgiving me. Your praise is a great honor. As a reward, let me grant you death."    

    

"Ha ha!" The corners of Zhang Long's mouth curled upwards. His flesh that was on the verge of falling off as he looked at the woman's face, "To be able to die under the hands of the strange doctor, White Jack, it wouldn't be a loss if I were to die!"    

    

Just as Zhang Long finished his sentence, a scalpel pierced through the middle of his forehead and into the wall behind him.    

    

"Big brother!" Zhang Hu let out a sorrowful cry, followed by another cold light. He also followed along.    

    

"Master! "Actually, I wanted to ask a long time ago why do you value the Taiji Heart Sutra so much. According to what I know, the Taiji Heart Sutra is not a martial art, and it can't enhance your strength …" Chen Yiming asked.    

    

Luo Hanna glanced at Chen Yiming. In an instant, Chen Yiming felt like he was being stared at by an ancient poisonous snake. His entire body was frozen, and he couldn't move at all.    

    

"Forget it!" Only then did Chen Yiming return to his original state. His breathing was heavy, his face was pale, and his back was already soaked with sweat.    

    

"You'll find out sooner or later. The Taiji Sutra is indeed not a martial art, but it has a miraculous effect – extending one's lifespan!" The Zhang Family had quite a few monstrous old men who were a few hundred years old. The most famous of them was the founder of the Zhang Family, the creator of the Taiji Sutra, Zhang Sanfeng! There are rumours that he is still alive.    

    

Hearing that, Chen Yiming's face was full of surprise and disbelief.    

    

Zhang Sanfeng was someone from the late Song Dynasty. If he was really still alive, then he would be more than 700 years old.    

    

Thinking about this, Chen Yiming's heart started to boil. Longevity, who doesn't want to live forever? Who doesn't want to live forever? But who in this world can do that?    

    

But now, there was such an example in front of him, if it didn't move his heart.    

    

She wasn't surprised by Chen Yiming's reaction at all, because when she first heard about this matter, she did the same thing as him.    

    

However, the Taiji Heart Sutra was only one of them. If one wanted to live longer, they would need the help of something else. That thing was the most important thing that hindered those who wanted to live forever.    

    

Otherwise, no matter how powerful the Zhang Family was, could it compare to all the organizations in the world? It had long since been destroyed by someone, so how could it have survived until now?    

    

"Enough, stop dreaming. Do you really think the Zhang Clan is so easy to deal with? Hurry up and continue with the plan." Roseanna's voice broke Chen Yiming's fantasy.    

    

Chen Yiming's body shook and he was a little proud of himself. Luckily, Roshan didn't blame him for it, so he immediately left the basement and started to arrange everything.