"You guys are really something else. The big shot hasn't even said anything yet, and you're already discussing setting up classes? That's hilarious."
Overseas.
Eagle Country:
"Is this Go from Great Xia? Is Great Xia always this terrifying? A game of Go can cause such a huge disturbance. What kind of country is this?"
"I'm truly worried about our professors. This is really frightening."
"Indeed. And what's worse, this Great Xia is also greedy for money. Entrusting one's life to such a person, who can feel at ease? Isn't this just asking for trouble?"
Sakura Country:
"This is just Great Xia's tradition. Fortunately, the professors from Eagle Country are fine this time, otherwise, they might have been greedy for money again."
"You say this novelist understands these tombs and zombies so well. Could it be that he raised these zombies himself? Otherwise, where would so many zombies come from?"
"You have a point. Damn, if that's the case, it's very likely that this novelist is the one causing trouble behind the scenes. Our Sakura Country has lost quite a few mercenaries and professors. Was it all done by this novelist?"
Great Cold Country:
"After Sakura Country's analysis, I think it makes sense. Perhaps it's true, just as this guy said, that this Great Xia magnate is the one causing trouble."
"If you say so, then I believe it. I truly believe it."
"This Great Xia is truly insidious. Fortunately, our Great Cold Country didn't go, otherwise, we would all have died here."
Great Xia:
"Eagle Country, your professors brought it upon themselves. Weren't you arrogant before? Now you can't handle it? Our Great Xia won't waste time and effort to save a useless person. Ever since your professor came here, all they've done is cause trouble. What else have they done? How dare you speak ill of Great Xia."
"Sakura Country, have your brains been eaten by zombies? Are you speaking human language? Don't say these zombies have nothing to do with our Great Xia. Even if they do, you came willingly. Did our Great Xia ask you to participate in our Great Xia's tombs? You willingly courted death."
"Great Cold Country, this has nothing to do with you, so shut your mouth. Were you given a mouth to spew filth? Has your Great Cold Country suffered any deaths? If not, why are you babbling? Are you everywhere? Aren't you shameless?"
The four countries began a war of words.
At this moment, in the National Studies Go Club.
Many elders were shocked when they saw Zhou Lin's move in Go.
They now desperately wanted to invite Zhou Lin for a game.
"Say, President, don't you want to play a game with Zhou Lin? This is a rare opportunity."
One middle-aged man, with infatuation, watched Zhou Lin's video. The chessboard was truly astonishing.
"I think so too, but Mr. Hong Linfei hasn't even played yet. If we go now, wouldn't that be courting death?"
The president's cloudy eyes were filled with disappointment.
"If we invite Zhou Lin to join our club, could we cultivate a group of formidable players?"
"Yes, we would also have a chance to play and learn from it."
The other club members became excited upon hearing this.
"You guys really know how to dream. This requires money. Whether Zhou Lin is willing to come is one question, and money is another problem."
The president, seeing Zhou Lin's greedy demeanor, felt a sense of hopelessness.
"Our Great Xia's Go skills have always struggled to break through. Now that we have Zhou Lin, this is an opportunity we cannot miss."
Another member said urgently.
"I'll try, but the money needs to be substantial. Without tens of millions, it's probably not enough. You guys chip in some of your money, otherwise, I can't afford it."
The president scanned their faces one by one.
Club members: ...
At this moment, Hong Linfei was already dressed.
"Let's go, to the Archaeology Institute."
Hong Linfei knew Zhou Lin was a busy person. Now was an opportunity. They had to get to the Archaeology Institute early and not let anyone else get there first.
"Master, you're too impatient. Zhou Lin is still in the tomb. What are you going there for?"
A Qin looked at Hong Linfei's demeanor and couldn't help but feel speechless.
"What do you know? Many people want to see Zhou Lin now. We must act quickly."
Hong Linfei looked at A Qin with a playful expression.
He guessed that the National Studies Go Club might make a move soon.
Inside the tomb.
Zhou Lin walked towards the mercenaries and professors. Seeing that they were all safe, he felt relieved.
"Zhou Lin, those zombies... are they yours?"
The metaphysics professor thought of the zombies fighting each other and their roars. That sound was still echoing in his mind.
"As a Taoist, one needs some errand runners. Especially now, without zombies to run errands, how much time would I waste?"
Zhou Lin said nonchalantly.
"Didn't you say these zombies are evil spirits? As a Taoist, how can you raise these evil things?"
Samwell looked at Zhou Lin, as if finding a weakness, and couldn't help but feel displeased.
"What business is it of yours? I'll raise whatever I want. Even if I raise ghosts, it's none of your concern. Don't forget, it was the very 'evil spirits' you mentioned that saved you just now. If you're unwilling, then die. I'll respect you as a man, but if you don't want to die, be a coward and stop yapping. You're so annoying."
Zhou Lin found Samwell irritating and saw no need to be polite.
He had been willing to pretend before, but why pretend now? He directly confronted him.
Samwell's face turned red and then white from being spoken to. He wanted to retort but had no words.
The students and professors behind him watched Samwell's embarrassment and felt a secret delight.
Haha, well said. Serves you right for being so talkative.
"Let's go. What are we doing staying here? Bad luck."
Zhou Lin said and walked ahead.
Guo Liang, Captain Bai, the metaphysics professor, and the students followed closely behind.
Even though Samwell was unwilling, he had no choice but to follow. The mission above had not been completed yet and had to be finished.
In the live stream:
"I thought this professor had some backbone. Turns out he's also afraid of death. Beggars can't be choosers, can they?"
"Who are you referring to in Great Xia? Are our professors wrong? You keep saying you're on the side of justice, but in the end, you resort to raising zombies. Aren't you shameless?"
"That's right, are you good people?"
"We don't need you to tell us if we are good people. And what good are you? If your Eagle Country is so capable, why didn't you save yourselves? That would be so impressive. I'll respect you as a man, but if you can't do it, just be a quiet coward."