Tomb raiders: You stole my little Qilin?

Just as the two had concealed themselves in the passage leading to the side hall, a series of hurried footsteps came from the passage, growing louder as they approached.

The footsteps were heavy and disordered, sounding like someone fleeing for their life.

The two kept their eyes fixed on the passageway.

A few seconds later, a middle-aged man rushed out.

His windbreaker was torn in several places, and his face was covered in blood and dust, but there was no fear in his eyes, only a kind of trapped beast's ferocity.

He was clutching a machete, the blade still bearing dark red marks, it was unclear whether it was his own blood or someone else's.

The first thing he saw when he rushed into the main hall was Wu Wei.

Without even asking who Wu Wei was, almost as a reflex, a fierce glint flashed in his eyes, and the cleaver in his hand slashed down at Wu Wei with a whooshing sound.

Wu Wei slipped and shifted half a body length to the side.

The machete missed his shoulder and struck the stone wall behind him with a thud, sending sparks flying.

At the same time, Wu Wei brought his two right fingers together to form a sword finger, advancing instead of retreating, aiming straight for the attacker's throat.

The middle-aged man's knife missed its mark, and before he could retract it and defend himself, Wu Wei's sword was already pressed against the area below his Adam's apple.

At the same instant, a cold glint flashed from the middle-aged man's side.

The short sword in Xie Yuchen's hand silently pierced his chest.

A sword pointed at the throat, a short sword piercing the heart.

It took less than five seconds.

Before the violence in the middle-aged man's eyes could turn into fear, his body had already lost its support.

The machete in his hand clattered to the ground, and he fell straight forward.

Wu Wei withdrew his hand, looked at the corpse on the ground, and then looked up at Xie Yuchen.

Xie Yuchen pulled out the short sword, the blood on the blade flowing silently down the groove, his expression calm.

"We acted too quickly; we should have spared them for questioning."

Wu Wei squatted down and began searching through the corpse.

He unzipped the man's windbreaker, then suddenly stopped.

The man had a tattoo below his collarbone. When you peeled it back, you could see a phoenix, rising from the ashes and spreading its wings, with exquisite details.

Wu Wei's expression turned serious.

Looking up, Xie Yuchen met Xie Yuchen's gaze, and Xie Yuchen's expression was equally unpleasant.

"The Wang family," Xie Yuchen uttered in a low voice.

"You knew about this too?" Wu Wei was somewhat surprised.

"We found some." Xie Yuchen's voice turned cold.

"The Xie family has been infiltrated quite a bit over the years. When I was cleaning house, I followed the clues and found some leads. I just didn't expect to run into them here."

Wu Wei nodded, turned the body over, and continued to check the contents of the backpack.

Xie Yuchen's ability to maintain his position as the head of the Xie family is not solely due to Er Yuehong's protection.

In the years since he lost the protection of his elders, the keenness he had honed amidst open and covert attacks was sharper than he had imagined.

"They were probably drawn here by the words 'eternal life' in the tomb."

Wu Wei's gaze fell on the phoenix tattoo on the corpse, his tone filled with undisguised disgust.

"These people, once they smell the scent of immortality, are like dogs that sniff out meat and won't let go."

"This person has wounds on his body, so he must have been injured before."

Xie Yuchen pointed to several still-bleeding scars on the corpse's arm.

"Xiao Hua, do you mean there's more than one person here?" Wu Xie peeked out from behind the coffin.

"Yes, we don't know if they're friend or foe," Xie Yuchen said.

Just then, an unfamiliar voice suddenly came from the direction of the main entrance of the hall.

"what?"

The sound was very soft, like a meaningless syllable uttered casually.

All four people turned their gazes toward the source of the sound.

A young man appeared at the entrance of the main hall at some point.

He was wearing a dark hooded sweatshirt, but the hood was off, revealing a young and aloof face.

He was tall and slender, with his hands in his pockets, and a casual posture.

What alarmed Wu Wei the most was that no one knew when he had come in.

The distance from the entrance of the passageway to the center of the main hall is at least thirty meters, and it is impossible to completely conceal the sound of footsteps over such a distance.

Neither Wu Wei nor Xie Yuchen noticed anything amiss.

The young man's gaze remained fixed on Wu Wei, staring at his bleeding fingers with a puzzled expression.

After a moment, he shifted his gaze to the corpse on the ground and asked, his expression unreadable, "Did you kill him?"

Wu Wei took a step forward and replied briefly, "It's me."

The young man's face showed no emotion.

That indifferent face showed neither anger nor surprise, only a hint of curiosity about Wu Wei.

Just when everyone thought he was going to question them, he suddenly moved.

Without warning, he moved close to Wu Wei and reached straight for Wu Wei's wrist with one hand.

Wu Wei reacted extremely quickly, instinctively using his sword finger technique, bringing his two fingers together and aiming them at the person's throat.

When the young man saw Wu Wei's sword pointing, his eyes suddenly lit up. He flipped his wrist to avoid the attack and then grabbed Wu Wei's wrist.

He asked Wu Wei a strange question: "Whose are you?"

Wu Wei did not answer, but instead raised his leg to attack his lower body.

At the same time, Xie Yuchen's short sword pierced towards the young man's back.

Wang Pangzi and Wu Xie behind them also reacted, one grabbing a shovel and the other grabbing some rubble, and rushed over.

The young man dodged Xie Yuchen's short sword by sidestepping, and then dodged the things that Wang Pangzi and Wu Xie threw at him.

His gaze lingered on Wu Xie's face for a moment, his brows furrowing slightly as he carefully examined him, before finally revealing a bored expression:

"It's fake."

After saying that, he ignored Wu Xie and reached out to grab Wu Wei again.

Wu Wei knew he was no match for the man in a direct confrontation, but once he unleashed the Nine Palaces Steps, the man's attempts to grab him missed several times.

The young man seemed somewhat surprised. He stopped chasing him and instead grabbed Xie Yuchen, who was swinging his sword at him again, his five fingers pressing against Xie Yuchen's throat.

"Let him go, I'm not hiding anymore." Wu Wei immediately stopped in his tracks.

As Xie Yuchen looked at Wu Wei's face, he seemed to see the figure that had stood in front of him when he was a child.

He seemed to have become weak and powerless again, only able to drag others down with him.

A fierce glint flashed in Xie Yuchen's eyes. Ignoring the hand still gripping his neck, he gripped the short sword and thrust it backward.

The young man didn't go all out. He chuckled, released his grip, and stepped aside, taking a few steps back. "You've got quite a temper."

Wu Wei quickly pulled Xie Yuchen behind him, shielding her, and shouted at the young man, "What exactly do you want?"

The young man didn't answer, but tilted his head towards Wu Wei: "Come here, I have a few questions for you."

Wu Wei didn't move. The young man added, "I won't hurt you."

Wu Wei remained silent for a few seconds, then followed the young man.

"Brother!" "Wu Wei!"

The three people called out to him at the same time.

Wu Wei turned around and shook his head, signaling them not to follow, then followed the young man into the side hall.