Tomb raiders: You stole my little Qilin?

"Ding, mental attacks have been blocked."

Wu Wei suddenly opened his eyes, and the illusion in his mind vanished instantly.

"Host, are you alright?"

"...What...is going on?"

999 felt a little apologetic, saying, "It's because I didn't activate my mental shield in time."

Wu Wei found himself lying on the cold ground, with Zhang Qiling kneeling in front of him.

A hand pressed down hard on his shoulder.

The tension was now barely concealed in those usually indifferent eyes.

"Wake up!" Zhang Qiling's voice was urgent and low.

Wu Wei was panting heavily, his back soaked with cold sweat.

I subconsciously touched my face, and my fingers were covered in wet streaks.

He didn't know when he had shed so many tears.

Zhang Qiling reached out and pulled Wu Wei up from the ground.

Once he was sure he could stand firmly, he let go and turned around to fight the old zombie again.

"That old man's eyes can evoke people's deepest obsessions; the heavier one's heart, the easier it is to be controlled."

As Hei Xiazi changed the magazine, he said:

"Young Master, you look so young, but you have quite a lot on your mind."

Wu Wei did not respond.

He gripped the short sword tightly and pressed the valve again, causing a little more blood to flow from the hilt.

Upon seeing his actions, the little fox corpses all took a few steps back, letting out low hisses.

"Hey, can you lure that old bastard to the middle?" Wu Wei asked in a low voice.

Black Bear raised an eyebrow at him, but didn't ask why; he just grinned.

"What I, Blackie, am best at is drawing aggro."

He raised his hand and fired several shots at the blue-eyed fox corpse, all of which hit its head.

Although it failed to break through the defenses, it successfully enraged the creature.

The old zongzi let out a piercing shriek, abandoned Zhang Qiling, and pounced straight at Hei Xiazi.

Black Bear was prepared. He took several steps back and steadily led it to the location designated by Wu Wei.

At the same moment, Zhang Qiling leaped into the air, his black gold ancient sword slashing down from the sky, forcing the blue-eyed fox corpse to stop in its tracks.

And it stopped right below a loose boulder on the dome.

Wu Wei gathered strength in his legs and leaped high into the air like an arrow released from a bow.

The short sword drew an arc in the air.

It wasn't aimed at the blue-eyed fox corpse, but rather it slashed fiercely at the loose boulder.

The boulder, already precarious, loosened upon impact and crashed down with immense force.

The Blue-Eyed Fox Corpse reacted remarkably quickly.

He suddenly looked up and stretched out his hands to try to catch the falling rocks.

But the boulder was too heavy, and its arms made a crisp sound the moment they made contact.

He was forced to kneel on one knee by the weight, and the ground was dented like a spider web.

"Brother!" Wu Wei shouted.

Zhang Qiling had already pounced on him like a ghost.

The black gold ancient sword was sent from his hand, piercing through the shoulder of the blue-eyed fox corpse that was pinned to the ground by a stone.

Following the wound on the Black Gold Ancient Blade, Wu Wei plunged the short sword deep into it and pressed down on the top of the hilt.

The blue-eyed fox corpse let out a final, piercing shriek, its eerie green light flickering wildly before fading completely.

The remaining fox corpses on the dome lost their leader and fell from the height, struggling a few times on the ground before stopping.

The entire hall finally fell completely silent.

Hei Xiazi kicked aside a small fox corpse in front of him, walked over to Wu Wei, and looked him up and down: "I say, you're pretty good. Who taught you?"

Wu Wei did not answer his question, but instead slowly slid down to the ground against the pillar.

His body was still trembling uncontrollably.

Those images are still stuck in my chest, burning and stifling.

A hand was stretched out in front of him.

Wu Wei looked up and saw Zhang Qiling standing in front of him, her hand suspended in mid-air.

Behind him lay a pile of shattered bones.

The eerie green light in the eyes of the blue-eyed fox corpse had completely died out.

Zhang Qiling was backlit, so his facial expression was not visible.

Wu Wei took a deep breath and grasped that hand.

Slightly cool yet powerful.

Zhang Qiling pulled Wu Wei up and let go of his hand.

His gaze lingered on Wu Wei's face for a moment, looking at his still-reddened peach blossom eyes, and he only said one sentence: "Be careful next time."

Wu Wei twitched the corners of his mouth, wanting to laugh but failing to do so.

"Thank you." The voice was a little hoarse.

Zhang Qiling sheathed the Black Gold Ancient Sword and returned to the front of the group.

"Brother, how are you?" Wu Xie also came out from behind the pillar.

He was extremely worried, yet afraid of holding everyone back.

A sense of powerlessness overwhelmed him; he clenched his fists so tightly that his nails left deep marks on his palms.

"It's nothing, I'll be fine after a rest." Wu Wei shook his head.

He was actually fine, just mentally shaken.

Wu Sansheng led Pan Zi to the coffin on the high ground.

Da Kui was turned over by Pan Zi.

His face was bluish-purple, his mouth was full of white foam, his pupils were dilated, and he had stopped breathing.

"Third Master, Da Kui, he..." Pan Zi gritted his teeth, his knuckles turning white.

Wu Sansheng remained silent for a long time.

A moment later, he picked up Da Kui's backpack that had been scattered to the side.

He took out a coat and gently covered Da Kui's face.

This wasn't the first time he'd broken off human hands in a tomb, but every time it still felt just as suffocating.

"Pack your things and find the main coffin."

No one said anything more.

Zhang Qiling walked to the corpse of the blue-eyed fox on the ground and searched the body for a while.

He took out a scroll of silk and a bronze talisman from the inner pocket of the brocade robe and handed them to Wu Sansheng.

Wu Sansheng unfolded the silk scroll, glanced at it, his expression changed slightly, and handed it to Wu Wei: "Take a look."

Wu Wei took the silk scroll, which was covered with densely engraved characters that were indecipherable to ordinary people.

He scanned the area quickly, his brow furrowing deeper and deeper.

"This is not the main tomb."

Wu Wei put down the silk scroll. "The silk scroll is inscribed with the eulogy of a general under King Lu Shang. This tomb is a burial tomb."

Everyone was silent for a moment.

"Well, all that work for nothing." Black Bear wasn't annoyed at all; instead, he patted Panzi on the shoulder.

"Don't worry, as long as there's the main tomb, the good stuff is yet to come."

Pan Zi nodded silently and quietly put Da Kui's backpack on his own back.

Wu Wei was still holding the short sword with the bloodstains still wet in his hand.

The lingering warmth of those illusions hadn't completely dissipated, and my eyes were throbbing with pain.

It turns out that when Wu Erbai taught him to write, he was genuinely learning.

He was genuinely happy when Wu Sansheng praised him.

When Wu Xie called him "brother," he genuinely wanted to protect this little brat for the rest of his life.

When I made a wish at Kaifu Temple, I truly hoped that the two boys would have a peaceful life.

Wu Wei slowly wiped the short sword clean and put it back at his waist.

"Let's go." Wu Sansheng's voice came from not far away.

Wu Wei looked up and saw that everyone was already waiting for him.

Zhang Qiling stood at the very back, the beam of his flashlight illuminating his tall and straight figure.

He turned his head slightly, and his gaze pierced through the darkness, landing on Wu Wei.

Wu Xie looked at him, his eyes filled with obvious worry.

Wu Wei took a deep breath and quickly followed.