Tomb raiders: You stole my little Qilin?

The flashlight beam shone on the corpse's face, revealing a high nose, deep-set eyes, and blond hair.

He was wearing adventure gear that clearly didn't belong to this era.

"An American?" Wu Xie also came over to take a look.

Wu Sansheng's face was grim. "Consider that there are more than just us in this tomb."

Encountering strangers in a tomb can sometimes be more dangerous than encountering a rice dumpling.

Panzi searched the body's pockets and found a blood-soaked passport and a laminated work ID.

He handed the things to Wu Wei, saying that the youngest master in their family was the most learned.

Wu Wei took it and glanced at it, his brows furrowing slightly.

"He's an archaeologist, a professor at a university in New York. This team entered the country two months ago."

Wu Sansheng mentally calculated the time and said nothing more.

He carefully put away his passport and work permit, then looked back around the tomb chamber.

"Find the way to the main burial chamber."

The group scattered and explored around the tomb chamber.

Zhang Qiling was still the first to find the entrance.

He pressed his hand on the stone wall, without much force, and a hidden door slid open with a dull creak.

After passing through the hidden door and the passageway, the view suddenly opened up.

An exceptionally spacious hall appeared in the flashlight beam, with four carved stone pillars reaching to the sky.

Unidentified vine-like reliefs are wrapped around the pillar, writhing and swaying as if alive in the flickering flashlight beam.

At the end of the main hall, a stone staircase leads up to a huge coffin placed at the top.

The outer coffin is entirely black, with a subtle metallic sheen on its surface.

"The coffin of King Lu Shang," Wu Sansheng said in a deep voice.

As soon as he finished speaking, a rustling sound came from above.

It was fine and dense, as if countless things were crawling in the darkness.

Everyone instinctively raised their flashlights and looked up.

Above the dome, dozens of blue-eyed fox corpses hung upside down on the stone wall, their eyes glowing with an eerie green light under the flashlight beam.

Wu Wei's expression changed drastically.

He remembered the power of the Blue-Eyed Fox Corpse in the original story.

This thing's eyes can create illusions, and once you're affected, you're completely at its mercy.

"Don't look into their eyes!"

His reminder came too late.

Da Kui had just met a pair of blue eyes when he suddenly froze.

The next second, he let out a piercing scream and turned to run wildly towards the depths of the main hall.

His body slammed against the stone steps with a dull thud, but he seemed completely oblivious to the pain.

Its limbs climbed in a bizarre posture, heading straight for the coffin at the highest point.

"Da Kui!" Pan Zi drew his knife and was about to chase after him, but Zhang Qiling raised his hand to stop him.

The lid of the black coffin high up was slowly, inch by inch, sliding open to one side.

A pale hand emerged from the gap, with unusually long knuckles and bluish-black fingernails.

Those pale hands gripped the edge of the coffin, slowly lifting a corpse dressed in a black brocade robe.

Its face, like the fox corpses hanging upside down from the dome, was distorted.

A faint green light shone through the two narrow slits of his eyes.

This is definitely not King Lu Shang. This is an old zongzi (rice dumpling).

Da Kui had already climbed to the front of the coffin when his body suddenly convulsed and he fell to the ground.

He foamed at the mouth, kicked his limbs wildly in the air a few times, and then stopped moving.

Pan Zi let out a low growl and was about to rush upwards when Wu Sansheng grabbed him, saying, "Don't go up, it's too late."

The blue-eyed fox corpse emerged from the coffin, each step accompanied by a sickeningly loud grinding sound of bones.

Its head slowly turned, its eerie green eyes sweeping over everyone present, finally settling on Zhang Qiling.

Zhang Qiling held the Black Gold Ancient Sword horizontally in front of him, its blade reflecting a cold light under the flashlight beam.

Battle is imminent.

The blue-eyed fox corpse launched the first attack, its pale hands carrying a stench as they aimed straight for Zhang Qiling's face.

Zhang Qiling dodged to the side, his black gold ancient sword slashing upwards at an angle.

The blade sliced ​​through the corpse's arm, producing a crisp, metallic clang.

That seemingly dry skin was as hard as pig iron.

At the same time, the blue-eyed fox corpses hanging upside down on the dome loosened their grip, and dozens of black shadows swooped down from above.

"Damn it, we've stirred up a hornet's nest!" Black Bear raised his gun and opened fire.

"Don't look into their eyes!" Wu Wei reminded everyone again.

He shielded Wu Xie behind him, holding the short sword in his hand.

Press the valve at the top of the hilt, and bright red blood slowly seeps out along the patterns on the sword.

A faint, pungent smell of blood suddenly filled the air.

The blue-eyed fox corpses that had been rushing towards him instinctively stopped, their eerie green eyes filled with apprehension.

Zhang Qiling and Hei Xiazi have already engaged in combat with the old zombie.

The Black Gold Ancient Blade and the Black Bear's short blade slashed at it in turn, but they could not break through its hard, iron-like skin.

Pan Zi and Wu Sansheng provided support from the flanks, blocking the little fox corpses that were trying to encircle them and prevent them from closing in.

Wu Wei shoved Wu Xie behind a stone pillar: "Hide well, don't move."

After saying that, he used the Nine Palaces Step to bypass the chaotic area in the main hall and sneaked up to the back of the old zombie from the side.

Just as he was about to get close, the blue-eyed fox corpse suddenly turned around, its eerie green gaze shooting straight into his pupils.

A loud bang echoed in Wu Wei's mind.

-

He stood in a bright office, facing three interviewers, the one in the middle looking down at his resume.

"Wu Wei, your academic performance is excellent. Why did you choose to apply to our company?"

This was... the first company he interviewed with the year he graduated from university.

He remembered the interview, remembered passing the preliminary test, but was hit by the system before the second test and inexplicably transmigrated to this world.

He opened his mouth, about to utter the answer he had prepared back then, but the scene before him suddenly vanished as if it had been torn to pieces.

This time, he stood in the system space, with a black ball of light floating in front of him.

That was his first meeting with 999. 999 said in a mechanical voice, "Once bound, there are no refunds or exchanges," and he was so angry that he trembled all over.

The image shattered again.

He saw Wu Xie as a child, who was missing two front teeth and gave him a silly smile.

He saw Wu Erbai sitting in the study, teaching him to write characters. When he wrote a stroke crookedly, Wu Erbai gently tapped the back of his hand with the pen.

He saw Wu Sansheng pat his shoulder with his uninjured hand in the grave and say, "Good lad, if it weren't for you this time, we would all be buried here."

He saw Xie Yuchen crying in the main hall of Kaifu Temple, saying, "Thank you, brother."

He saw Zhang Qiling say in a calm voice, "Stretch out your hand."

Countless images flashed by like a revolving lantern, each frame a testament to his existence in this world.

These images began to tremble violently, as if being torn apart by something, trying to be uprooted from his mind.

Just then, a dark shadow suddenly crashed into him from the side, knocking him to the ground.