Tomb Raiding: Emptying the Bronze Gate

A Dragon Palace full of corpses, the Queen Mother’s ghostly banquet, the City of the Corpse Kingdom, and the bronze gate await you. Let’s loot them all together.

A thousand coffin-filled tombs, ten thousand miles of lonely graves, a three-foot-deep dragon abyss, tomb aura transforming into a dragon!

Zhou Fan, who possesses an ancient stargazing art from the pre-Qin era and a wool-gathering System, joins Little Brother, Tian Zhen, and Pangzi to continue filling in the holes left by Third Uncle.

On Ghost Festival, the entire street where Wu Shanju stood was packed with “gifts” for Wu Xie: countless white funeral lanterns and a painting.

The painting showed an ancient street alive with lanterns and crowds of visitors, all beneath a shower of multicolored meteors. “On an ancient street, you may meet an ancient soul.”

As the group delved deep into the meteorite-jade mountain range beneath the Zhang Family Ancient Tower, a meteor shower from the long-erased constellation of Quadrans, unseen for a century, suddenly erupted and rained down for three months. The bronze gate burst open, and among the ranks of the Yin soldiers, there were...

Xiao Hua and Hei Xiazi, carrying the eerie headdress and theatrical costume Er Yuehong had received years ago, headed for the Second Mausoleum Under Heaven and the procession to the Queen Mother’s ghostly banquet.

Qi Yu, the only Corpse Dog among the second generation of the Old Nine Gates, had slipped in too. He had been treated as a “template” for Wu Xie’s growth.

Also among them were people from the City of the Corpse Kingdom, people from Xigu Cave, people who had held a corpse banquet in the Zhang Family Ancient Tower, Yellow River corpse fishers, guardians of the Hidden Sea Flower Field, people who could make the Zhang family’s “Dirty Face” masks, people from the New Moon Hotel and the Eleventh Warehouse, Qiu Dekao’s people, “Its” people...

Xiao Hua left a message on the satellite phone: “Don’t let Zhang Qiling go any deeper... static...”

Also known as: A detailed account of how four craftsmen plucked “It” and its lackeys bald, and how “Since we’re already here, let’s carry off all the local souvenirs!”