"Hahahaha, Blind Liang, Old Cripple Huang is about to desecrate your ancestral grave! Let's see you still act so arrogant then!" As soon as the words left his mouth, he seized the chisel and hammer in his hand and violently struck the outer edge of the coffin, gouging out a deep trench around the perimeter. He then plunged his hand into the gap, gripped the handhold on the coffin lid, and yanked upward with savage force.

No one expected that the lid of this grave's coffin would open so easily; it seemed even a small child could lift it without effort.

As Zhou Huan watched the coffin lid swing open, a plume of black vapor slowly ascended from within. Old Cripple Huang, eager to descend and rummage through the contents, was suddenly restrained by Zhou Huan: "There's black vapor! Don't go down, not on the night of the Crimson Moon—are you seeking death?"

Hearing Zhou Huan’s words, Old Cripple Huang felt an even deeper admiration for Zhou Huan’s character and insight. He slowly withdrew his hands and feet, stepping back to wait at the side.

"Master Zhou, what did you say about black vapor? I've dealt with that before. As long as I chant 'ginger slices,' it'll be fine! I'll do it!" Scarface, his voice rough, brandished the knife he favored, then mysteriously pulled out a piece of ginger, bit into it fiercely, and jammed it into his mouth. Using his blade, he pried open the stone coffin in the very first tomb chamber and leaped directly inside.

At that precise moment, the lids of both Old Cripple Huang’s and Scarface’s coffins were simultaneously forced open. Under the crimson glow of the Crimson Moon, an increasing volume of red-black air surged from the openings of the two coffins. In the blink of an eye, the two columns of black air merged with the red, transforming into two rapidly widening pillars of energy.

"Not good! Scarface, get out fast!" Zhou Huan bellowed, but Scarface offered no reply. Old Cripple Huang and Xiao Si rushed to Zhou Huan’s side, approaching the stone coffin Scarface had pried open. Dragon Translator, glimpsing the scene inside the stone coffin, began to tremble violently, his eyeballs bulging outward in sheer horror, frozen and helpless, sweat pouring down him like rain.

When Old Cripple Huang and Xiao Si reached the spot, they too were stunned into silence by the sight of Scarface within the coffin.

With his vision hazy, Zhou Huan looked toward the place where Scarface had jumped in: "You all step back. This time, even if he doesn't die, it won't be far from it." Then, Zhou Huan pulled out his Celestial Silkworm Gloves, putting them on, and followed that by taking out a large handful of talismans, preparing for a fight.

Inside the stone coffin, Scarface glowed with a red light, his face angled downward, resting upon a skeleton. This skeleton’s hands were tightly clasped around Scarface’s flesh. In a short while, flesh and skeleton merged completely. The skeleton vanished, and Scarface’s body, transitioning from red light, now radiated intense black energy in all directions.

"Aili Fu A Jiao Lao Du..." A series of unintelligible incantations echoed near the ears of Zhou Huan and the others. This chant seemed to be in Persian, recited in Scarface’s gravelly voice. The power of the spell grew louder, instilling an overwhelming sense of crushing pressure in their hearts.

Zhou Huan instantly realized this was no ordinary incantation; he feared he might not be able to control it and could only focus on maximum defense. He rummaged in his bag, produced another stack of talismans, crumpled several into tight balls, distributed them to the others, and stuffed them into their ears.

Having learned from the incident of the Midnight Flute's Cry, Dongzi had left Zhou Huan a simple yet effective method, which Zhou Huan had since improved upon for superior soundproofing.

After Zhou Huan secured everyone else’s ears, he himself was already ravaged by the ceaseless chanting, struggling even to remain standing. Gritting his teeth, he forced two of the paper balls into his own ears, yet the echo of the spell still reverberated violently in his skull.

The red light emanating from the stone coffin had now merged with the red glow of the Crimson Moon into a single line. The first tomb in this necropolis began to surge upward, resembling the mushroom cloud after an atomic explosion, dragging Scarface slowly toward the sky with it.

Carried aloft by the cloud of light, the knife in Scarface's hand became even sharper, its aura radiating a chilling killing intent everywhere. Despite the pervasive red light, the sheer murderous atmosphere made breathing nearly impossible.

Zhou Huan immediately closed his eyes again, knowing that anyone who died in a tomb and immediately reanimated under such conditions was bound to begin a massacre. Moreover, under the light of this Crimson Moon, it was truly impossible to keep one's eyes open; to do so would surely result in blindness. Coupled with the mysterious Persian chant, Zhou Huan was forced to proceed blindfolded and deafened. If a fight ensued, he would have to rely entirely on instinct.

The speed of Scarface, emerging from the stone coffin with his knife, was terrifying. In an instant, he struck toward Xiao Si’s head. A jet of bright blood shot out like a bullet, spraying directly onto Zhou Huan’s left arm. Zhou Huan instantly felt the biting cold of the blade closing in on him. With a swift spring of his foot, he flung a large handful of talismans outward. Because he could not accurately pinpoint Scarface's exact location, he resorted to scattering the talismans like rain, trusting that at least one would find its mark.

A wisp of putrescent corpse energy, wounded by a talisman, began to spread slowly. Zhou Huan’s face broke into a smile; he knew Scarface had been struck by his talisman, leaving at least a fiery burn scar on the skin.

Zhou Huan clenched his right fist tightly. At this moment, he was ready to stake everything. He sprinted forward, tracking the odor that grew stronger and the chilling aura from the knife that intensified. His fist first slammed toward the hilt of the knife, which radiated the strongest cold energy, immediately followed by a backhand punch, slamming fiercely into Scarface’s brow ridge, and another punch, driven hard into Scarface’s face.

At this point, Zhou Huan felt an icy current rush out from where he stood, pooling around his feet. When he lifted his foot, the ground felt sticky beneath it. He sensed the external light weakening, fading slowly, and the ceaseless Persian chanting abruptly ceased.

Zhou Huan breathed in deeply, slowly opening his eyes. He saw that Scarface’s skull was shattered into fragments from his assault, and the knife Scarface held was broken in two. The surrounding red light was no longer as intense, leaving only the faint blush of the Crimson Moon in the sky, which gradually disappeared. Zhou Huan pulled the talismans from his ears and cautiously approached Scarface. He intended to pull Scarface up and find a place to bury him, but as he reached out, his right hand throbbed with intense pain.

"What? My Celestial Silkworm Gloves... how could they..." Zhou Huan could not believe his eyes. These gloves, crafted by hand through over a hundred intricate processes by Zhou Huan himself, were torn! Moreover, his own hand was bleeding profusely, and the blood flowing out was the exact same color as the blood on Scarface’s head.

"Bad news, I'm hit—hit by the Crimson Moon Curse." Zhou Huan immediately began sucking the blood from his own mouth. After drawing out more than a dozen mouthfuls, he finally tasted truly fresh, crimson blood. Only then did he relax. He quickly smeared cinnabar paste over his wound, wrapped it with talisman paper, and then carefully returned the Celestial Silkworm Gloves to his bag.

Old Cripple Huang and Dragon Translator were unharmed, but Xiao Si had been sliced in half by Scarface's blade; the scene was gruesome. Dragon Translator looked up, confirmed there were no more immediate threats other than the two corpses on the ground, and cautiously approached Zhou Huan: "Master Zhou, what just happened? Are you alright?"

"I'm fine. Just a minor injury from impact. This fool—I told him not to rush down there, but he just keeps causing trouble for us."

Old Cripple Huang’s stunned eyes finally regained their composure. He limped over to Scarface’s side, looked down, and shook his head: "Brother Scarface, we've battled for so many years, and today it seems we’ve reached the end. Ah, Master Zhou is truly a master; why couldn't you listen to him?" Then, he gently closed Scarface’s eyes, turned to Zhou Huan, and asked, "Master Zhou, what do we do now? There are only three of us left."

"Still robbing tombs?" Zhou Huan was suggesting Old Cripple Huang give up, but to his utter surprise, Dragon Translator sided with Old Cripple Huang.

"Rob tombs? I’ve already killed so many devils; there’s no going back anyway. We might as well steal enough to last a lifetime and go somewhere far away." Zhou Huan smiled faintly: "Fine, I agree to your terms. But mark this: regarding anything below ground, what I say goes. If anyone ignores me and loses their life, don't blame me, Zhou Huan, for not saving them."

With those words spoken, Zhou Huan, Old Cripple Huang, and Dragon Translator together buried Scarface and Xiao Si in the earth before this cluster of graves.