Chapter Seventy-One: Encounter with the Lady Ghost Once More

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When the Farmer Woman with Three Punches was struck down from the altar, Cold Plum in Proud Snow could no longer smile. She had never imagined such a turn of events, not even in her dreams.

"Second Sister!" Cold Plum in Proud Snow rushed forward to grab the heavy machine gun, her voice trembling with rage as she ordered, "Pull him down. Get him off there."

Passerby One had already pressed the cat's eye; the mouth of the feline statue slowly opened, revealing a pitch-black passage. It turned out not to be an explosive device, but a pathway leading further inside.

In an instant, Passerby One understood everything that had just happened. Wu Hua’s wild boasting had been a ruse to lure Farmer Woman with Three Punches into a trap. With her dead, the greatest threat was eliminated.

At this moment, Passerby One was at a loss for words to describe his feelings: admiration, respect, gratitude—all emotions tangled together. Wu Hua was a friend he could trust, the one who had saved his life.

Yet, even after his successful shot, Wu Hua was not out of danger. Three or four gunmen below had begun pulling on the steel cables; the coffin was slowly being lowered and was about to reach the ground.

Lying atop the coffin lid, Wu Hua calmly switched to an assault barrel. Now that the machine gunner, Farmer Woman with Three Punches, was dealt with, the group below, no matter how skilled, no longer held a terrain advantage.

Wu Hua reached to his waist and pulled out a blackened cola can, biting out the safety pin with his teeth. Laughing, he called out, "Ladies, here’s a grand gift for you. You’ve worked hard hauling that coffin. Here, catch!" With that, he tossed the can down.

Clink, clink, clink—the can rolled several times across the floor before exploding with a loud bang.

Passerby One, lying above, saw everything clearly. Everyone from Blue Company cried out in unison, then clutched their eyes. Several even dropped their FAMAS rifles and energy swords, rolling on the ground in agony.

Clearly, whatever Wu Hua had thrown was capable of blinding people.

"A flashbang?" Passerby One murmured in shock.

Indeed, this was the Type-98 Dazzler Flashbang Monica had sold Wu Hua. This type of flashbang was packed with high-purity magnesium, which produced an intense burst of light upon ignition, causing temporary blindness. Up close, it could even cause severe eye pain. It would take at least half a minute to recover—enough time for Wu Hua to strip every last piece of gear from the female gunners before him.

Ratatatatata! The fierce AUG spat fire wildly, its armor-piercing rounds cutting down the defenseless group below.

Countless crimson sprays of blood erupted in the flickering gunfire, mingling with heart-wrenching screams, painting an unforgettable scene upon the eerie crypt walls.

No words could capture the beauty of this moment—so harsh, so tragic. Passerby One felt as though his heart and breath had both ceased.

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This was what it meant to be a master.

Lying on the coffin lid, Wu Hua swept the area with gunfire. Not a single one of the three gene-enhanced female warriors or three gunners survived; all were reduced to white light. Medicines, crystals, blood stains, several pieces of women’s green military uniforms, berets, and energy swords littered the ground.

By the time Cold Plum in Proud Snow’s vision returned, the coffin had already ascended.

Wu Hua stood atop it, laughing loudly. "Cold Plum in Proud Snow, how did you like my gift? Wasn’t it delightful?"

She trembled with rage. Their plan for both exploration and revenge had been flawless, yet in less than ten minutes, Wu Hua had single-handedly destroyed everything, and Farmer Woman with Three Punches had died for nothing.

Furious, she was about to unleash a psychic wave when Wu Hua called down from above, "Ladies, watch closely, here comes another! Make sure you catch it!"

This time, everyone saw clearly as Wu Hua tossed another object down.

"Everyone, get down!" Cold Plum in Proud Snow shouted.

With a thud, something hit the ground. The remaining seven or eight quickly threw themselves prone.

After a long moment without any further commotion, Cold Plum in Proud Snow finally lifted her head and looked forward. The sight nearly made her cough blood—it was not a flashbang, but a bottle of Wahaha mineral water Wu Hua had thrown down.

Looking up, she saw Wu Hua grabbing a rope, swinging to the edge of the altar. "Ha! The Monkey King departs—taste my gun!" With that, he and Passerby One opened fire, spraying bullets wildly at Cold Plum in Proud Snow and her group.

"Retreat! Retreat! Wait for reinforcements!" Cold Plum in Proud Snow had no other choice but to fall back to the main entrance.

Wu Hua laughed heartily, clapping Passerby One on the shoulder. "Well done, brother. Let’s keep moving forward."

Passerby One’s admiration for Wu Hua was boundless—he had managed to turn the tables in such dire circumstances.

"You’re a legend," Passerby One said.

Wu Hua grinned. "You’re absolutely right."

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Beyond the cat’s mouth was another long corridor. At the end, they found yet another chamber identical to the previous one: stone coffin, feline face, murals... Everything was the same, except for one difference—at the very center, a figure floated. To be precise, a ghost.

Cold sweat beaded on Wu Hua’s brow. He recognized this ghost—it was the female spirit they had encountered last time on the fifth floor of the Mulin Tomb.

Passerby One’s mind nearly exploded, hands shaking as he gripped his gun. "Gh-gh-gh-ghost..."

Wu Hua steadied himself and stepped forward. "Miss Ghost."

The female spirit drifted closer. "Clever young man, we meet again."

Wu Hua asked, "How are you here? Weren’t you always in the Mulin Tomb?"

She replied, "Because you failed to complete the task I gave you, the Queen Bee accomplished her final gene evolution and completely occupied the tomb. My soul was forced to wander here."

Suddenly Wu Hua realized something: many quests in Star Wars were not as simple as they appeared. Seemingly unrelated tasks were interconnected by an invisible thread—the system’s central intelligence.

Monica had instructed Wu Hua to find a twelve-element fire alloy at the Ayat Ruins. Frankly, Wu Hua had no idea what such an alloy even looked like, nor could he distinguish real from fake if he found it. The only reason the system would have the ghost appear here was obvious: she had seen it and would know.

Wu Hua pondered for a moment before asking, "Miss Ghost, I am searching for a twelve-element fire alloy sealed with demonic power. I hope you can guide me."

The spirit replied, "Clever young man, during the first century of the Aeon Era, human technology was at its peak. However, after foreign invasion, much knowledge was lost. Many advanced weapons are now completely destroyed, with only fragments of rare metals scattered deep in various ruins. What you seek is actually the Ayat Alloy—it is imbued with demonic power and possesses immense destructive force."

Wu Hua listened silently. The ghost truly knew much.

Perhaps sensing his thoughts, she continued, "I was once the guardian of the energy base, so I have seen this alloy. Unfortunately, my soul has never found rest. If you can provide me with an anchor, I will tell you how to obtain this metal."

Wu Hua asked, "Miss Ghost, please tell me, what must I do to give your soul an anchor?"

She replied, "It was no easy feat for you to reach this place. Now, accept the final trial."