Tomb raiders: You stole my little Qilin?

Zhang Qiling forced back the sea monkey that was charging at him head-on with a single slash. The blade and the sharp claws collided, sparks flying.

The sea monkey was jolted back half a step, then bared its fangs and lunged forward again.

Black Bear dodged another claw that attacked from the side, and his short blade slashed twice across its arm.

But the sea monkey paid no attention to the wound. Instead, it became even more frenzied by the pain and lashed out with both claws at his face.

"This is never going to end!"

Black Bear kicked the sea monkey in the chest, sending it staggering back a few steps.

He and Zhang Qiling blocked the bend in the tomb passage, one on the left and one on the right, blocking the attack of several sea monkeys.

However, the tomb passage was narrow, which restricted their movements and put them at a disadvantage.

Wu Wei's gaze fell on the slightly twitching gill slits below the sea monkey's head.

The thin membrane on top is almost transparent, and you can vaguely see the dark red soft tissue inside.

"Gill!" Wu Wei shouted loudly.

Without any hesitation, Zhang Qiling abruptly changed the direction of his Black Gold Ancient Blade. Instead of cutting through the sea monkey's hard scales, the blade turned to slash at its gills below its head.

As the blade sliced ​​through the gill slits, the membrane ruptured, revealing the soft tissue inside. A thick, dark red liquid mixed with green blood gushed out.

The sea monkey let out a sharp screech and suddenly clutched its neck with its two claws.

He staggered back a few steps, crashed into the stone wall, twitched a few times, and collapsed to the ground, motionless.

Seeing this, the bear immediately changed its tactics with its short blade, no longer trying to fight the sea monkey's scales head-on, but instead targeting its gills.

Wang Cunhai and Wang Cunxi shrank back, showing no intention of coming up to help.

Ah San and Ah Si stood behind them, their faces showing a desire to go up, but seeing that their employer hadn't moved, they didn't dare to rush forward rashly.

Wu Wei gripped his short sword, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of them cowering in the back, and sneered inwardly.

He deliberately slipped, creating an opening, and sidestepped to let a sea monkey's attack path pass.

Without Zhang Qiling and Hei Xiazi blocking its way, the sea monkey pounced straight backward.

"What are you doing!"

Wang Cunhai retreated hastily, his back slamming against the stone wall. He drew his knife from his waist and hurriedly parried.

The sea monkey was incredibly strong. It slapped his knife with its claw, making his hand go numb and almost causing him to drop it.

Wang Cunxi, who was standing nearby, was also forced to take action, attacking the sea monkey from the side in an attempt to relieve the pressure on Wang Cunhai.

Seeing that their employers had been drawn into the conflict, Ah San and Ah Si could no longer remain neutral and gritted their teeth as they charged forward.

Wu Wei retired gracefully after achieving his goal, returning to Zhang Qiling and Hei Xiazi's side.

Black Bear had just finished off a sea monkey and took a moment to give him a thumbs up: "You're still the most sarcastic one."

Having achieved his goal, Wu Wei raised his short sword and attacked a sea monkey next to Zhang Qiling.

Zhang Qiling slashed the sea monkey's gills with his knife, and it hissed and clutched its neck. Wu Wei took the opportunity to finish it off.

The last sea monkey was pierced through the gills by the black bear, and green blood flowed down the cracks in the tomb passage, filling the air with a foul, corrosive odor.

Wang Cunhai clutched his shoulder, which had been scratched by the sea monkey, wincing in pain. He wanted to curse but dared not utter a sound.

Wang Cunxi leaned against the stone wall, panting, his face ashen.

"Continue." Zhang Qiling flicked the green blood off the blade and turned to walk forward.

The tomb passage continued forward, and after about ten minutes, the entrance to a stone chamber appeared.

In the center stands a stone coffin, surrounded by dozens of stone statues of children.

They varied in size and posture, some standing and some kneeling, but without exception, they all faced the coffin with their hands slightly raised.

Wang Cunhai walked quickly past the stone statues to the coffin, touched the lid, and then called out to the crowd:

"Come here quickly!"

Wang Cunxi and A San and A Si followed, while Wu Wei and the other two walked at the back.

Zhang Qiling's gaze swept over the stone statues of children, his brows furrowing slightly.

Several people worked together to push the coffin lid open.

The dull thud of the coffin lid hitting the ground hadn't faded when a faint wisp of black mist drifted out of the coffin.

Black Bear's pupils suddenly contracted.

He grabbed Wu Wei's wrist with one hand and pulled Zhang Qiling's arm with the other, pulling him backward.

The two obediently followed Hei Xiazi's force and retreated.

Wang Cunxi and Wang Cunhai were peering into the coffin, completely unaware of the movements of the three people behind them.

Wang Cunhai's flashlight shone into the coffin, revealing its contents: a coffin full of children's remains.

The bones were not fully grown; the thin arm and leg bones were piled up haphazardly, with the skulls scattered on top, each no bigger than an adult's fist.

"This is..." Wang Cunxi's voice tightened, and he subconsciously took a step back.

Suddenly, his retreating movement froze in mid-air, and his eyes changed abruptly.

Wang Cunhai was still peering at the coffin, muttering things like "it's all children's bones."

He looked up, wanting Wang Cunxi to come and see, but he met Wang Cunxi's eyes, which had become fierce and crazed.

Before he could react, Wang Cunxi had already punched him in the face.

Wang Cunhai was so badly beaten that he fell backward, and blood gushed from his nose.

Instantly, Wang Cunhai's eyes turned ferocious.

He roared and raised his fist to strike Wang Cunxi.

Ah San's eyes also started to turn red, and he began to wrestle with the two men.

"boom--"

A figure leaped from the corner; it was Ah Si.

But at this moment, Ah Si was no longer like a human being at all.

Its body was covered in coarse, stiff white hair, and it had curved nails growing on its fingers.

Ah Si rammed into Ah San, knocking him to the ground, and swung his white-haired fists, pounding them hard into Ah San's face.

Ah San was beaten until he saw stars, but after inhaling the black mist, he also went into a frenzy and started wrestling with Ah Si.

Ah Si's power after his transformation was incredibly strong; even three people couldn't withstand it.

After being punched several times in a row, the madness in his mind was overwhelmed by the overwhelming pain.

Wang Cunhai instinctively crawled backward, his voice shrill: "Help! What the hell is this thing?"

Wu Wei and Hei Xiazi stood in the corner of the stone chamber, showing no intention of making a move.

"Help!!" Wang Cunhai shouted again.

Wu Wei finally gave him a response this time.

He gave her an innocent and helpless smile.

After being thrown by A Si, Wang Cunxi crashed into the stone wall and hit the back of his head hard.

The excruciating pain briefly cleared his crazed eyes, allowing him to see Ah Si, covered in white fur, and the three bystanders in the corner.

"Help..." He wanted to call for help, but looking into Wu Wei's calm eyes, he couldn't say anything more.

Ah Si had moved to stand in front of Wang Cunhai, his white-haired face almost touching.

Wang Cunhai was pinned to the ground, and A Si was about to smash his hairy fist down.

Wang Cunhai roared out his fear: "Ahhh..."

Zhang Qiling finally moved, his slender fingers coming together, palm down, and he precisely struck Ah Si on the back of the neck.

Ah Si's fist stopped in mid-air and fell straight onto Wang Cunhai.

"Don't make a sound." Zhang Qiling withdrew his hand and said two words calmly.

Wang Cunhai retreated several meters using both his hands and feet before daring to stop and catch his breath.

Ah San also regained consciousness and gasped in pain from his wounds.

Wang Cunxi stood up, leaning against the stone wall, his head still buzzing.

Ah Si was unconscious; his face beneath the white fur was unrecognizable, only his chest was still rising and falling slightly.

Wang Cunxi turned around, drew a dagger, and stabbed it fiercely.

Wu Wei raised an eyebrow and looked away.

Hei Xiazi pushed up his sunglasses, his expression unchanged.

Wu Wei's gaze passed over Wang Cunxi, who was wiping his hands, and landed on A-San.

Ah San was also injured; blood was streaming down his forehead, covering half his face, but he didn't bother to wipe it away, staring blankly at Ah Si's lonely head.

His eyes were filled with shock, fear, and worry about himself.