Copy of the reckless man: I can see the status bar

A group of lucky guys somehow opened a passage leading to the bottom of the castle and successfully entered the underground palace that no tomb robbers had been able to enter for thousands of years.

Oh. Maybe we should call them adventurers here!

Or a Hollywood-featured archaeologist.

A group of despicable guys who rob graves under the guise of archaeology have even led many ignorant teenagers to have the outrageous idea that "archaeology is official tomb robbing."

It is simply an insult and trampling on the word "archaeology"!

Deep in the underground tunnel, in a space whose structure is very similar to a tomb, the lights are dim.

Even the best miner's headlamp doesn't shine here.

The area was filled with glittering gold, silver, treasures, sparkling gems, aged wines, and even some silks and satins that had decayed due to exposure to air.

On the high platform in the center, a huge black coffin was placed there neatly, just like it was thousands of years ago.

There was no decoration on the coffin except for a gold relief carved on the coffin lid, which looked like a nun with her hands folded.

The leader of the tomb robbers carefully climbed the stairs and checked whether there were any defensive mechanisms around the coffin.

After confirming that everything was correct, he ordered his men to spread out and load as many of the expensive gold items as possible.

A guy holding a candle shouted excitedly: "Brother, we are really in! We are really in! The legend of the treasure in the catacombs is actually true! There are so many treasures! We are going to make a fortune!"

The tomb robber leader turned around and glared at the guy, saying unhappily, "Shut your dog mouth. The most taboo thing in our line of work is to open champagne at halftime. Do you want to kill all of us?"

If this guy wasn't his younger brother, he sometimes really wanted to hack this chatterbox and jumpy guy to death with a knife!

The man holding the candle froze for a moment, and smiled awkwardly, "Brother, I didn't mean that. And you don't really believe the legend told by those ignorant villagers, do you? Even the real extraordinary people can't come back to life, so there is no such thing as an immortal lord and a thousand-year curse."

"Boss, I found a strange stone!"

At this moment, a bald strong man suddenly took out a polygonal object the size of a ping-pong ball, flashing green light, from a golden cup.

It looks like jade, but it's not exactly the same.

The tomb robber leader was delighted, he walked over quickly, grabbed the stone in his hand, looked at it over and over again, and couldn't help but smile wildly.

"Boss, this is..."

"Spirit Stone, this is the priceless Spirit Stone in the legend! Hurry, look for it again! Try your best to find it!"

Before he finished speaking, all the tomb robbers were instantly ecstatic.

Their faces were filled with crazy smiles and their hearts were pounding.

The vibration was so strong that it almost shook the heart out of the chest!

"Bang bang."

"Bang bang."

"Boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

In this ecstatic atmosphere, the sound of the heartbeat became louder and louder, and the vibration became stronger and stronger.

Just when all the tomb robbers were filling sacks with gold like crazy, the leader of the tomb robbers suddenly felt something was wrong.

Wait, my heartbeat is so loud? So intense?

No, that's not right!

This is not the sound of my own heartbeat!

His expression changed instantly, and he subconsciously turned around to look at the black coffin.

When no one noticed, the golden "Nun" relief on the coffin lid suddenly emitted a blood-stained golden light.

There is a kind of filth and blood mixed in with the sacredness, which makes people feel chilled.

In an instant, the temperature in the entire tomb underwent an extreme change.

The cold current and the hot current intertwined out of nowhere, forcing all the fanatical tomb robbers to stop and stare blankly at the coffin that was moving strangely.

"Heartbeat."

Cold sweat oozed from everyone's forehead.

I don't know who swallowed.

The gurgling sound was so obvious in the silent tomb where one could hear a pin drop.

"Legends. Legends are true! The Undead Lord has been resurrected!"

The tomb robber leader's younger brother suddenly said this, and ran out like a fly, carrying the sack full of gold objects on his back.

"Run! Run! The thousand-year curse is coming to kill us!"

This action seemed to break the last string in the hearts of the tomb robbers present, instantly causing a scene like a camp roar.

Countless tomb robbers rushed towards the passage leading out.

The tunnel they dug could only allow one person to pass through at a time, so whoever fell behind would have a greater chance of death.

At this moment, all brotherhood was thrown to the back of their minds, and they rushed out in a rush.

In order to grab a higher position, they used all means possible, even pulling out guns and shooting at anyone who ran fast. Even the leader's scolding was of no use.

They are all tomb robbers, how can we talk about the code of conduct?

This sudden escape quickly turned into a chaotic fight.

In just a few tens of seconds, all the tomb robbers, including the leader's younger brother who rushed out first, were shot dead and remained in the tunnel forever.

The next moment, a strange suction force came.

The still warm bodies of these tomb robbers weathered into mummies at an extremely fast speed.

The essence of blood and flesh was extracted and floated into the black coffin in the center of the tomb, dyeing the golden relief of the nun into blood.

"Click."

With a crisp sound of the lock being unlocked, the heavy coffin lid popped open by itself.

Among them was a pale, handsome man in a tuxedo.

On his left chest, an artificial heart with a mechanical texture was glowing with a faint blue halo, continuously pumping freshly purified blood into all parts of his body, restoring the fullness of his somewhat shriveled body.

Obviously, this is a very standard vampire.

It fits the stereotype of people's imagination very well, and is full of labels of the vampire race.

"I didn't expect that this artificial heart could help me sleep for a thousand years. Tsk."

The handsome vampire opened his eyes and sat up in the coffin, just like everyone would do when they got up, to slightly relieve the chaos and dullness in his mind.

Just as he woke up from a nap, a piece of information suddenly flowed into his mind.

"Hmm? It turned out that it was the Great Lord who woke me up? There are powerful enemies who are destroying the Great Lord's arrangements? They need me to go."

Before he finished his words, the vampire suddenly felt a sense of alarm. He flipped over and stood firmly in the sky, with a pair of broken bat wings stretching and flapping behind him.

"Eastern cultivators? Who are you? Why did you break into my retreat without permission? Don't you know that this is extremely rude?"

The vampire looked a little annoyed.

I just woke up, how come a stranger broke in?

What on earth are those descendants out there? Where have my blood descendants and blood servants gone?

How come my castle and manor are in ruins!

Why do these lowly serfs and blood slaves make my clean and tidy garden filthy?

Looking at the vampire who was shaking with anger in the air, Lord Destiny couldn't help but frown.

"Tyrannosaurus, what is this little bat demon mumbling about?"

During these three months, the duo of Lord Destiny and Lu Wenwu plowed through almost the entire Western Continent and killed countless followers of the Great Lord.

The two comrades-in-arms have become completely familiar with each other.

However, the Lord of Destiny still looked down on Westerners as always. He was too disdainful to learn their language or use his immortal soul to perceive them.

Maybe this is the new era of mental cleanliness.

Lu Wenwu glanced at the vampire and said, "Times have changed. He found that those people who were oppressed by him in the past have stood up. This grandson is so angry that he is cursing his mother."

“Barbarians are barbarians. Even if they wear luxurious clothes and dress themselves up like human beings, they still cannot change the savagery in their bones.” The Lord of Destiny performed steadily.

Lu Wenwu shrugged.

Without further ado, he raised his hand and punched out.

The vampire didn't even understand what was happening before he exploded in the air into a ball of blood mist.

The vampire's innate abilities were completely ineffective against Lu Wenwu's absolutely violent attack.

Oh. It’s not that it has no effect at all.

It turned into a blood mist bat and tried to fly away.

But Maomao blew a puff of fire from below.

Under the burning of the evil divine fire, it merely let out a scream and then completely disappeared from this world.

Even a vampire duke with heavenly cultivation was still a piece of shit in front of Lu Wenwu who could be dealt with with just a wave of his hand.

Or to be more precise, it can't even beat Maomao at full power.

Will burn to death easily.

Although Maomao's combat power is strong among the player group, it is not too strong. That is, he can rely on the bonus of racial value to fight in lower levels.

But if placed in this world, he would be a definite near-god-level monster who could walk sideways in the world without any problem.

When the vampire was completely wiped out, Lord Fate looked at Lu Wenwu in surprise and asked, "You're not going to capture him alive this time?"

"That's not necessary. This vampire is not a serious person."

Lu Wenwu walked forward, sealed the coffin, and put it away in Lingtian’s storage warehouse.

At the same time, a brown book that looked extremely ancient appeared in his hand.