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The two sat on the bench, discussing the issue of silk stockings for a long time.

Soye believes that silk stockings are useless, and using the finest silk in the territory for them is a waste.

Ordinary wool can offer enough warmth.

Fang Hao, however, does not agree with this. Even though Holy Snow Silk is rare, it currently serves no other purpose.

Moreover, they can also purchase Holy Snow Silk from Tavek, the cloth merchant, so there’s no need to be frugal to an extreme extent.

The two debated for a long time before Soye finally agreed to make two sets first to see if there is a market for it.

If there is, they will continue production, and if not, they would stop it early.

Fang Hao agreed with this conclusion.

The stockings have a market, but to penetrate the market of this world’s nobility, an opportunity and effective advertising are needed.

Having persuaded Soye, Fang Hao went back to the lord’s mansion.

Just after breakfast, the Blood Hunter flew down from the sky on a Bone Dragon.

“My lord.”

“Well, how is it?” Fang Hao asked.

Last night, the Blood Hunter led 505 Iron Claw Rats to the mountains to search for ancient tombs. His return this morning probably meant he had news.

“My lord, we have located the tomb passage.” The Blood Hunter quickly said.

Upon hearing this, Fang Hao was delighted and quickly asked: “Can you confirm what treasures are in there?”

“My lord, I had the Iron Claw Rats widen the entrance area, but haven’t yet explored it.”

Oh.

Fang Hao was truly a bit too anxious.

Considering the size of the mountain, being able to find the tomb was already quite lucky.

“Good, tally up the forces and prepare to set off,” Fang Hao promptly commanded.

“Yes, my lord.”

Based on past experiences and Dong Jia Yue’s exploration of an ancient tomb, such tombs would likely be filled with lots of monsters.

To be prepared, it’s better to take sufficient manpower. If they faced any creatures, they could just try to overwhelm them with their superior numbers.

Returning to his room, he entered a state of God’s Presence.

The Blood Hunter also prepared an ample number of troops, and the army began heading toward the mountain.

This time the expedition was led by Fang Hao and the Blood Hunter, with Anjia staying behind to guard the territory.

A hero must be left in the territory, and since the Blood Hunter was more familiar with the mountain, Anjia was the one left behind.

When leaving, Fang Hao ordered Anjia not to leave the room no matter what, even if just to sleep in or play, and take care of the territory.

Anjia pat his chest, assuring him that he would handle things responsibly.

The army advanced in a southwest direction, cutting through the forest and rivers along the way. Despite this, it still took them three to four hours before they could barely make out the rough mountains.

Many Skeleton Trolls were patrolling, surrounding the entire mountainous area.

There wasn’t a single human daring enough to approach and search for the ancient tomb that was mentioned in the bounty anymore.

The Blood Hunter led the way, reaching midway up the mountain.

At this point, a large hole with a diameter of one meter had been dug, slanting downwards. Looking down the hole, it felt as if you were gazing into an abyss that was dark and profound.

Ah!

Ah~~, Ah~~.

Fang Hao called out once, and his voice was returned by echoes, indicating that there was indeed a massive, empty space below.

“Glowstones, rope ladder.” Fang Hao said.

The skeletons behind him brought out the prepared glowstones.

They dropped the rope ladder straight down the hole, and after a few seconds, they heard a thud, the sound of the ladder hitting the ground.

After confirming that there were no problems, Fang Hao proceeded to descend down the rope ladder with the Skeleton Warriors.

They landed.

Under the soft glow of the light, Fang Hao could finally make out the area under his feet.

The cavity in the mountain was as large as a football field, with uneven walls that were marked with special patterns.

The patterns were no longer complete, but you could vaguely make out the sun, an army with religious characteristics, and the depiction of the extermination of a creature with large bat wings.

This was different from the typical mural in ancient tombs, which often depicted the life story of the tomb owner.

Could this not be an ancient tomb but a relic instead?

“My lord, it seems we are quite lucky. We have directly entered the tomb.” The Blood Hunter said from a distance.

Fang Hao circled the area with a glowstone in hand.

Apart from the dark corridor leading deeper into the tomb, behind them was a giant bronze door.

The bronze door was carved with complex patterns. In the middle was a keyhole that was almost blocked by rust.

From the direction of the bronze door, it was clear that the hole they dug had bypassed this door and led straight into the interior.

Otherwise, they would still need the key to the bronze door, which would be a hassle.

“Alright, let’s continue. This place isn’t very comfortable,” Fang Hao said.

The team began to assemble, making their way inward along the narrow corridor.

The deeper they went into the mountain, the more oppressive the atmosphere became.

Every few meters along both sides of the mountain walls, there were lamp stands, no one knew how long they had been extinguished, or if they could be relit.

Fang Hao made no command to start a fire. He remembered from watching TV shows and reading novels that there might be gases inside that would explode upon contact with open flames.

He did not know, nor did he remember.

In any case, the Nightstone was still usable now, there was no need to tempt fate.

Upon passing through the corridor, the path abruptly widened.

Just as they stepped out, Fang Hao stopped abruptly.

This was an open space about five to six meters wide with a height of over ten meters.

The two stone walls were carved into stone beds, stacked on top of each other like bunk beds, stretching all the way to the top of the room.

Each stone bed was occupied by a body, wrapped in burial cloth. Some of the cloth on the bodies had decomposed, leaving only some ragged pieces and dark traces on them.

If Fang Hao had skin, it would surely be tingling at this moment.

“Lord, it seems this really is an ancient tomb.”

“Yes, and it’s a mass burial site,” Fang Hao said in a low voice.

Fang Hao turned to the Skeleton Warrior beside him and said, “Go take a look inside.”

The Skeleton Warrior received the order and started moving, wielding its weapons.

As it gradually advanced inside, a creaking sound could be heard from the stone beds on both sides.

Looking up, the bodies on the stone beds began to sit up one after another, tearing off the wrappings around them and picking up the weapons by their sides.

Even though he had already anticipated that these fellows would rise, he still gasped in surprise when the bodies truly began to sit up.

“Prepare for battle,” Fang Hao immediately issued the command.

The Skeleton Warrior who had gone in to scout returned to the group, and the team readied themselves for combat.

[Corpse Ghost (Tier 4.)]

Boom, boom, boom!

One after another, corpse ghosts leaped down from the stone beds. The corpse ghosts living on the upper levels fell and broke their leg bones, falling haphazardly.

Regardless, they were crawling towards Fang Hao to initiate an attack.

“Attack!”

Fang Hao gave the command, and both groups clashed instantly.

The corpse ghosts were of Tier 4, but had no defense, their bodies adorned with pieces of cloth painted with various symbols.

Skeleton Warriors under Fang Hao, albeit only Tier 2, had high-quality equipment.

Knight’s sword, falcon shield, and all-round total body armor.

This significantly enhanced the strength of the team.

In the battle, the Blood Hunter also exhibited extraordinary combat capabilities.

It glowed with a crimson light, wielding a knight’s sword in hand, killing a great number of corpse ghosts.

And the slain corpse ghost instantly turned into a pile of mud.

Not one bone was left behind.

Boom!

When the last corpse ghost was wiped out, the chamber fell silent once again.

However, the danger was not over.

At the central location directly ahead of the team, a stone bed was placed. On it lay a corpse whose muscles looked dried-up.

The corpse was wearing a set of golden metal armor, and beside the stone bed lay a metal two-handed heavy sword.

The corpse just lay there on the stone bed, undisturbed by the intense fight that just happened.

“Is this one actually dead?”

Many of the stone beds on both sides were indeed filled with the dead, bodies that never woke up.

While the one before them looked fierce, it might really be dead.

Just when Fang Hao was puzzling over this matter.

Creak, creak, creak!

The dried corpse on the stone bed slowly started to sit up.

A faint blue light ignited in its hollow eyes.

“Damn liars, they all deserve to die…” A hoarse, grating voice emerged from the dry corpse’s mouth.

Then, those blue eyes of fire looked over to the undead team not far away.

“You all deserve to die,” The dry corpse cursed, as it picked up the giant sword from the stone bed.

[Stone Mound Leader (Tier 10)]

What a stroke of luck, it’s a BOSS fight.

Fang Hao looked at the Stone Mound Leader dragging the giant sword, gradually advancing towards them.

He said, “How about sitting down and discussing this? You seem like a cultured person, why don’t we resolve this peacefully?”