Chapter 14: The Futility of Seeking Immortality

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Zhang Wuxun frowned. "Who? That blood corpse?"
Xiao Ge gave a short "hm" and took the lead, running ahead.
The others quickly followed.
After sprinting for quite a while and taking countless turns, Xiao Ge finally stopped. "Alright, there's something strange about this stone path. It shouldn't be able to catch up in the short term."
Wang Pangzi hurriedly set Panzi down from his back, panting heavily as he collapsed to the ground. "Fatty’s dead tired from running."
At this moment, Panzi’s hands and feet had begun to turn purple, feeling as cold as ice lumps to the touch.
Zhang Wuxun quickly put down his backpack, took out a medical kit, and began bandaging Panzi’s wounds to stop the bleeding.
The other injuries on his body were minor and easy to treat, but the wounds on his neck and abdomen were nearly fatal.
Zhang Wuxun prepared needle and thread, planning to disinfect and stitch the wounds first—otherwise, his intestines might fall out.
Xiao Ge glanced a few times at the wound on Panzi’s abdomen, pressed down several times, then suddenly said, "Hold him down. There’s a corpse maggot inside."
Zhang Wuxun had just finished disinfecting and putting on gloves, making it inconvenient to move. "Xiao Tianzhen, Pangzi, there’s a corpse maggot inside Panzi’s belly. You two help hold him down so he doesn’t struggle."
At this moment, Wu Xiaoxie wasn’t yet familiar with Xiao Ge and trusted Zhang Wuxun more. He didn’t say anything but reached out to hold Panzi’s hands and arms, while Wang Pangzi held his legs.
Xiao Ge used a knife to pry open Panzi’s wound, then his fingers darted in like lightning. After probing and hooking, he pulled out a bluish corpse maggot pinched between his fingertips.
Although Xiao Ge’s speed was almost a blur, Panzi still curled up in pain like a shrimp, exerting such force that Wu Xiaoxie nearly couldn’t hold him down. It was Wang Pangzi who thudded his weight onto Wu Xiaoxie’s leg to restrict his movements.
The corpse maggot was already suffocated to death; no one knew when it had crawled in.
"Keep holding him down. The alcohol disinfectant will sting."
Zhang Wuxun carefully applied alcohol-soaked cotton to Panzi’s wounds with tweezers, his movements as gentle as possible. Panzi trembled all over from the pain but gritted his teeth and didn’t cry out.
Zhang Wuxun worked swiftly and soon finished treating the wounds on Panzi’s abdomen and neck, then wrapped them with gauze.
Wang Pangzi watched admiringly. "You guys even have a doctor in the tomb! Your technique’s professional—like embroidery, so neat and precise."
Zhang Wuxun rolled his eyes and snickered.
Wu Xiaoxie still remembered how Wang Pangzi had scared people in the main tomb chamber and asked in a bad mood, "Who the hell exactly are you?"
Just as Wang Pangzi was about to answer, Xiao Ge suddenly made a shushing gesture, signaled to turn off the lights, and covered his mouth and nose.

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At the same time, the familiar "clack" sound echoed down the corridor, chilling everyone to the bone.
In the dark space, the sound grew closer, as if right beside their ears, and the air gradually grew fetid and bloody.
Zhang Wuxun held his breath, thinking, "Damn, did this blood corpse just crawl out of a cesspit? Smells awful!"
Then the sound suddenly vanished, and everyone’s hearts seemed to stop beating.
It felt like an eternity passed.
Just as Wu Xiaoxie was about to lose patience, the sound returned, gradually fading away.
Everyone slowly exhaled in relief.
Suddenly, a "pop" broke the silence.
Damn it!
Fatty actually farted at this moment!
Zhang Wuxun swiftly drew the skull knife from the box on his back and, as the miner’s lamp flared, swung it at the blood corpse in front of Wu Xiaoxie.
"Run!" Xiao Ge shouted, drawing his black-gold ancient blade.
The two of them together grappled with the blood corpse, while Wang Pangzi rolled on the ground, hoisted Panzi onto his back, and ran desperately forward with Wu Xiaoxie.
Zhang Wuxun’s first slash was aimed at the blood corpse’s head, but it dodged, and he only managed to cut off a chunk of flesh the size of a bowl from its shoulder.
"What the hell? This thing leveled up!" Zhang Wuxun was stunned, then immediately changed tactics. He and Xiao Ge attacked from opposite sides.
While fighting, Zhang Wuxun muttered curses, "Why the hell does it always go after me? I’m not the only one fighting you!"
The blood corpse seemed to hold a grudge against Zhang Wuxun for kicking it earlier. Even though Xiao Ge’s blade had struck it several times, it didn’t dodge—relentlessly chasing and roaring as it attacked Zhang Wuxun.
"Damn, can you stop breathing that foul breath on me?!" Zhang Wuxun panicked. Ducking under the blood corpse’s claw, he twisted his wrist and slashed at its ankle.
With a crack, the blood corpse instantly lost balance and staggered to one side.
Xiao Ge seized the opportunity, chopped off one of its arms, then with a sweeping motion, the blood corpse’s head tumbled to the ground with a roll.
"Damn..." Zhang Wuxun kicked the corpse’s torso in frustration, then spotted the severed head nearby and suddenly got an idea.
"Let’s go find Xiao Tianzhen and the others." Zhang Wuxun held the knife in his left hand and dragged the bloodied severed head tied to a vial of alum solution with his right hand.
He wanted to show off the head to Xiao Tianzhen and the others.

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Xiao Ge nodded, and the two proceeded down the corridor.
"Hey, Xiao Ge, how did the blood corpse suddenly become so strong? With your skills, you shouldn’t have been chased down like that." Zhang Wuxun was puzzled. "I kicked its chest in and collapsed it earlier—how did it recover so quickly? Wait, does this blood corpse have self-repair abilities? Impressive!"
"Old man went into the tomb, got eaten," Xiao Ge said bluntly.
Zhang Wuxun understood immediately. "You mean the old man we tied to the tree went down after us, ran into the blood corpse, and got eaten?"
Xiao Ge nodded.
No wonder—it was supplementing its nourishment.
"Hey, Xiao Ge, do you know this blood corpse?" Zhang Wuxun asked.
Xiao Ge gave him a strange look, as if to say, "You’ve been talking to the blood corpse for so long and you don’t know it?"
Zhang Wuxun grinned awkwardly. "Honestly, I mainly just saw you kneeling to it and felt annoyed. I don’t know why, but somehow... I feel like I can suppress it."
Hearing this, Xiao Ge subconsciously glanced at Zhang Wuxun’s right hand.
Zhang Wuxun chuckled, switched the knife to his right hand, and waved his left hand in front of Xiao Ge.
Xiao Ge was taken aback. "What’s your name?"
Zhang Wuxun’s smile faded as he replied solemnly, "I’m Zhang Wuxun from the overseas Zhang family."
Xiao Ge was stunned. "Why not ‘Hai’?"
Zhang Wuxun shrugged. "Don’t know. My father just named me Wuxun."
Xiao Ge nodded silently, saying no more.
For a moment, the atmosphere fell into a heavy silence. Zhang Wuxun didn’t know what to say to lighten the mood—it wasn’t like he could call him ‘Clan Patriarch’ and start chatting casually.
He himself felt awkward.