Super Zoo

Chapter 205 A Big Tank of Hot Manure! (Fourth Update)

Suming had visited the Terracotta Army before, and if one were to compare the scale, the Terracotta Army was definitely much larger than this underground town surrounding them, and more awe-inspiring, too. After all, the Terracotta Army was the burial accompaniment for Qin Shi Huang and could be considered one of Huaxia's most luxurious and high-class tombs.

However, visiting the Terracotta Army and personally walking in this yet-to-be-discovered underground complex were two completely different experiences. The surroundings were pitch-black, quiet enough to make one feel like suffocating, with eerie ancient houses from the Ming and Qing dynasties on both sides.

In such an environment, there wasn't a trace of humanistic art; instead, it made one's skin crawl, as if behind every door, every wall, lurked some horrifying entity, staring at them coldly from the entrance.

"Can you not scare yourself? You're starting to freak me out a bit," Zhao Yun said, shining the flashlight on Suming's face with a flick, speaking irritably.

He was standing in front of a house, engrossed in studying a mottled copper wind chime hanging under the eaves with his flashlight, while Suming kept talking about ghosts and goblins from behind him, turning quite agitated.

Given Zhao Yun's experience, he was well aware that such places were unlikely to have any ghosts, at most they might find a few mummies. But frightening each other could scare someone to death, especially in such a dark underground setting, and Zhao Yun could not stand Suming's incessant babbling.

"It really is scary. Look around; you wouldn't even need makeup to shoot a ghost movie here," Suming said, waving the flashlight around as he spoke.

As the flashlight's beam crossed a house opposite them, Suming thought he saw something inside. He instinctively moved the flashlight back and aimed it at the house's main door.

It was nothing important until he looked, and then his scalp buzzed as if it would explode!

The door had collapsed, and the flashlight's light shone inside, revealing a silhouette standing behind a screen facing the door! Your next read is at empire

The figure had its arms stretched out rigidly on both sides, standing unmoving behind the screen, but it had no head.

If it weren't for the fact that he had just relieved himself by the water, Suming would have nearly wet himself in fear. His legs went weak, and he clung to Zhao Yun, hanging on him like a koala, and with a crestfallen face, said, "Is there a ghost behind the screen?!"

Zhao Yun picked up Suming effortlessly and, without a word, crossed the street littered with broken stones and chunks of mud to the opposite house's doorway. Standing at the threshold, he paused briefly to ensure the room was relatively stable before entering directly, then disappeared behind the screen.

Seeing Zhao Yun disappear into the darkness without saying a word from beginning to end made Suming's heart thump wildly, "Damn, could this old guy be a ghost?"

Thinking this, he sent a burst of spiritual power to Huiya, instructing it to follow and take a look behind the screen. Even if there were ghosts, they wouldn't eat a wolf, should they?

Huiya was not scared at all and was about to enter the house when another silhouette flickered out from behind the screen—it was Zhao Yun.

"Maybe the homeowner wanted to grow vegetables in the yard and used this big urn to collect human manure. If that's the case, Mr. Zhao, you might have just stirred a hundred-year collection of shit and piss with that stick!" Suming said disdainfully, pointing at the 'long-handled spoon' in Zhao Yun's hand.

Zhao Yun, disgusted by his words, hurriedly rubbed the spoon on the ground a couple of times and wondered aloud, "What on earth is this stuff? It smells terrible. It does resemble the smell of feces, but who would come here to fill up an entire water urn?"

Even if the former owner of the house had an odd penchant for defecating in the courtyard urn, after decades or even centuries had passed, any excrement should have dried out. It couldn't possibly emit such a foul stink, nor could it still be wet.

But now, in front of them lay an urn full of fresh, steaming dung!

"Mr. Zhao, don't scare me like that!" With his vivid imagination, Suming was instantly frightened and recoiled, instinctively turning his head to look around.

It seemed as if, at any moment, someone could rush out from one of the dark rooms inside, pants down, and jump over the urn to relieve themselves.

This was far too eerie!

"It might not necessarily be excrement; it could be decomposed leaves and branches or something. It's normal for the underground environment to be damp and have moisture," the materialist Zhao Yun offered another seemingly reasonable explanation.

But Suming was still uneasy. If it wasn't feces, then it was somewhat tolerable, but if it was, the problem was grave. They were currently underground, in an ancient town buried centuries ago. If the urn indeed contained fresh excrement, then there was only one conclusion: someone was living here!

Who would live in such a place? Even a wild man like Su Meng wouldn't. Moreover, as they had approached the ruins of the ancient town, they had not seen any signs of human habitation.

Zhao Yun also realized the seriousness of the situation. Meeting zombies or wild men wouldn't necessarily scare him; but the thought of encountering tomb raiders was different: in such a place, it would lead to a life-or-death struggle.

With heightened alertness, both men had their guns ready. Zhao Yun pointed towards the hall within the courtyard and said, "Let's check out the house in the back first."

After he finished speaking, he suddenly added, "If we do encounter trouble, don't hesitate and don't babble. Just shoot! It's better they die than us."

"Wow, Mr. Zhao, you've really taken a page out of the internet novel protagonists' playbook," Suming said with genuine admiration.

Zhao Yun: "..."

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This chapter is a bit shorter, just 2500 words. Please forgive me; I really couldn't do more.