First-Year Internship—And You Went to Site 749 to Contain Monsters?!

Besides, agreeing to this condition also gave him some leverage—I’ve already agreed to your terms, surely you’re not going to back out now?

If they still dared go back on their word, the entire Cultivator of Qi community in the Great Han would probably blacklist Yunmeng.

Even the kids’ table wouldn’t let them sit.

They’d have to eat with the dogs.

As they talked, the two of them headed toward the location of the Thousand Corpses Honoring the King Formation.

Originally, the wild graveyard where the formation was located was separated from the funeral home by a small hill.

But just now, with that one punch from Lu Ding, not only was half the funeral home blown to rubble, even the little hill vanished.

So now it was a straight walk—several hundred meters across flat ground.

Looking down ahead, it was a wild expanse of solitary graves, a desolate field for miles.That was where the Thousand Corpses Honoring the King Formation was.

And this was still morning.

The sun was already up, yet standing outside the graveyard, the wind was sharp and cutting, making one shiver to the bone.

That alone hinted at the danger lurking within.

If it’s like this in broad daylight, by nighttime... any living person who went in would never come out.

Ren Tong spoke beside him: “This place always had a bit of a reputation, but it was never this bad. We had no idea there was a Thousand Corpses Honoring the King Formation here—it was completely hidden.”

“We just went in to check it out. Luck’s a funny thing—it can be good, it can be awful.”

“Straight as an arrow, we walked right into the Corpse King’s tomb.”

Yeah, luck’s impossible to pin down. Good luck—you find the Corpse King’s tomb. Bad luck? In a place this big, and you just so happen to stumble into a hidden tomb?

Lu Ding said, “Makes sense. Feng Shui has both visible and hidden layers. The visible ones stand out immediately; the hidden ones stay dormant—then shock everyone when they awaken.”

“Ain’t that the truth.”

Ren Tong gestured as he talked.

“When we got to that place, the ground was smoking. I mean actual smoke, the kind even ordinary folks could see with the naked eye.”

“I’m the Station Chief of Minshan City 749, of course I thought something was off. I took a shovel and dug at it a few times.”

“You used a shovel?” Lu Ding interjected.

“Of course! Blasting it open would’ve been out of line. Everyone’s got ancestors buried somewhere—you gotta follow procedure.”

Instantly obvious—this was a man of principle.

Ren Tong continued: “I jabbed the shovel down—clank clank clang—the dirt shook my arms, full of ice crystals, and the iron shovel snapped clean off. I was like, What the hell!?”

“Now that’s interesting.”

Ren Tong clapped his hands. “Then the thing started hissing out cold air, real whoosh whoosh whoosh, and thank heavens I was the one who did it. If I’d sent a subordinate, they’d have frozen stiff right there.”

As he spoke, Ren Tong even took off his shoes and socks, showing a blackish-blue toe—serious frostbite.

With his realm and cultivation, for it to get this bad?

A regular Investigator would’ve been done for.

But it also showed what kind of Chief he was—hands-on and not afraid to get dirty.

“Can you imagine how terrifying the Corpse King underneath must be? I still can’t figure out what the hl this Thousand Corpses Formation is honoring. What the hl did they dig up that even has attributes?”

That caught Lu Ding’s attention—oh? A rare one!

An elemental-attribute Corpse King.

And it’s ice.

Not something you see often.

Corpses come in many forms—Miscellaneous Tales, various records list dozens or even hundreds. The common types are zombie, blood corpse, yin corpse, flesh corpse, awakened corpse...

The rarer ones include armored corpse, stone corpse, fighting corpse, vegetable corpse, silk corpse, and on and on...

Among those, attribute-bearing ones are extremely rare. Hanba is one—scorches a thousand miles red.

Other than that, there’s the fighting corpse—aggressive and combative. The type of guy who was naturally gifted in life and just couldn’t stay put in death.

Lu Ding mused aloud: “This one’s probably a fighting corpse.”

“But even among fighting corpses, there are subtypes—spell corpse, spirit corpse, absolute corpse... so we’ll need to take a closer look.”

He’d been saying the word “corpse” so much he was starting to forget what it looked like. But no matter the type, one thing was clear—whatever was down there, it wasn’t a pushover.

Ren Tong nodded: “I’ll lead the way.”

Suddenly he stopped.

Lu Ding asked, “What’s wrong?”

Ren Tong looked contemplative: “So... a spell-using fighting corpse... would that be a ‘spell-fighter’?”

“Hahahahahahaha...”

Lu Ding was done. He’d been feeling all serious about this terrifying thing underground, and then Ren Tong goes and says that—

All Lu Ding could picture was the Thousand Corpses Formation honoring a French bulldog.

A spell-fighter.

“What’s so funny?”

Bai Hemen didn’t get it. After all, French bulldogs didn’t exist in this world.

Lu Ding shook his head: “Nothing. Just thought of something amusing.”

As he spoke, he began slowly rising into the air.

Arcane markings shimmered across his face, spreading over his entire body.

As his aura surged outward, Lu Ding used the calmest tone to say the most ruthless words.

“Chief Ren, point me to the Corpse King’s direction.”

No need for all that nonsense.

If the direction’s right, just blast it.

If he can win, he’ll crush it directly.

If not, Lu Ding and the others will retreat.

He can fly, after all.

And it’s broad daylight. No way that thing underground would dare come up and fight under the blazing sun.

Worst case, he just pisses it off. Lu Ding flies in the sky, it tunnels underground to chase him.

If it comes to that? Totally fine. Lu Ding will just fly straight to the nearest provincial-level 749 Bureau HQ. Let it chase.

If it doesn’t, he’ll be back and forth multiple times before the day’s over. In and out in under two hours—then it’s time to bring in the big guns.

They wouldn’t even need to dig drainage ditches.

Once the big shots from the provincial bureau arrive, and with no civilians around, they can go all out. Probably blast a whole river into existence.

Ren Tong heard Lu Ding’s words and more or less figured out what he planned to do.

Before, they’d followed procedure because they thought it was just a normal grave—no threat. Just move it.

Now with a Corpse King involved, it was a whole different story.

Ren Tong raised his hand and pointed toward the Corpse King’s tomb in the graveyard.

He hadn’t even finished lining up the aim—

BOOM!!!!!!

A fierce blast carved a grotesque scar across a kilometer. Wild graves, lonely tombs, monsters, ghouls—all blown to pieces.

A huge number of colorless crystal shards got logged.

Ren Tong gulped: “Actually, you might wanna shift a little more to the sid—”

BOOM!!!!!!

Another earth-shattering punch went flying.

“That the right spot now?”

As Lu Ding asked, Ren Tong nodded mechanically.

Next second, Lu Ding shot off through the air.

Then—BOOM!! BOOM!! BOOM!!

Ren Tong’s brain practically short-circuited watching it all. Something felt... off.

He subconsciously followed after him, turning to talk to the mostly-silent Bai Hemen.

“Is he always like this when he works?”

Bai Hemen replied calmly, “What’s wrong with it?”

“Tut... it’s not wrong, it’s just... it’s just...”