Zhou Lin snorted coldly and walked up the steps, ignoring the people from the Eagle Country.
The archaeological team from Great Xia followed closely, and the mercenaries walked past these people.
"Speaking of which, I like Zhou Lin's personality. He's someone who holds a grudge."
Guo Liang felt vindicated watching.
"It's not about holding a grudge, Zhou Lin has murderous intent. If Summer doesn't pay, then Summer is definitely dead."
The metaphysics professor knew Zhou Lin somewhat and might even revert the transaction to its original state.
Without Zhou Lin's intervention, Summer would certainly die.
"He's got character. I wish I could do this, but I can't. Professor Zhou Lin can. But that centipede just now..."
Captain Bai also felt curious and didn't understand.
"I created that with an illusion, so it looked very realistic."
Zhou Lin, walking at the front, happened to overhear their conversation.
"No wonder I felt something was different about that centipede before. It turns out you conjured it."
The metaphysics professor finally understood the feeling. It was Zhou Lin's aura.
In the live broadcast room.
"Haha, our boss is still the best!"
"Exactly. The money is well-deserved. If you don't pay, you'll be killed. Anyway, if it weren't for our boss, you'd die at the hands of that Chandan."
"Is your Great Xia so desperate for money?"
"Are all people from your Great Xia like this, demanding money?"
"Is your Eagle Country so unwilling to live? You have money but won't give it. This demand for money is unbelievable."
...
In the dean's conference room.
"Dean, you really shouldn't owe money. Zhou Lin demanding money is shameless. He'll think of any way."
"Isn't that right? It's truly terrifying. Who wouldn't be terrified seeing this?"
"Exactly. Who wouldn't be terrified seeing this?"
The professors and experts on the side were discussing.
The dean's mouth twitched. He really couldn't delay salary payments.
Inside the tomb.
Zhou Lin reached the last step of the stairs, as if he had arrived at an attic.
Above were piles of black and white chess pieces, and the ground was covered with intersecting horizontal and vertical lines.
"Is this a chessboard?"
The metaphysics professor was quite surprised. What was Wang Canghai playing at?
"If you're not mistaken, it should be."
Guo Liang looked at the black and white chess pieces on the chessboard, which were about a meter in size. He walked around.
He became curious.
"The black and white chess pieces on this board are roughly equal in number. Who was playing here?"
Guo Liang murmured to himself.
At this moment, Summer, Jimmy, and Gaul had already come up from the stairs. They didn't have time to look at the surroundings and just found a place to sit down and rest.
They were overly frightened before, and Summer's face was swollen like a pig's head from Zhou Lin's beating.
Zhou Lin thought of something upon seeing the chess game.
In the live broadcast room.
"What's going on? Why are there chess pieces? Does the tomb owner also like to play chess?"
"Isn't playing chess a very elegant thing? Why is it so strange here?"
"Damn it, don't say it. I'm getting scared. I won't touch chess pieces anymore. This thing is too terrifying."
...
As everyone was in doubt, a sound emerged from their ears.
It sounded like the sounds of an ancient battlefield. The archaeological team was familiar with these sounds.
They had seen the brutality of the battlefield in the tomb of the Queen of the Demon Country, and this sound was the most familiar.
"These are the sounds of soldiers fighting."
The metaphysics professor's face suddenly changed upon hearing this sound, and he looked around in panic at the source of the sound.
Where there was previously nothing, many soldiers appeared, and they were all charging towards their position.
They were holding long spears and attacking their position.
"Holy crap, what's going on? Why are we the targets?"
Captain Bai's face changed drastically as he looked at the situation. He raised his pistol and began shooting.
However, the bullets hit them as if they were hitting phantoms, having no effect.
"Save your bullets, don't waste them. You can't use these."
Zhou Lin swung his Azure Dragon Sword, and two azure dragons gently swept through the air before everyone's eyes, easily resolving these things.
The soldiers then successfully disappeared.
"Professor Zhou Lin, what's going on? Why did these soldiers suddenly appear?"
Guo Liang felt his worldview collapsing. This was simply not something humans could do.
"This is a feng shui formation. Have you all heard of the Linglong Chess Game? We are already inside the game. Using a feng shui formation to trap us here, we have already become part of the chess game."
"The soldiers we saw were wearing black clothes, so we are now on the side of the white pieces. Look at your clothes, you are already white pieces."
"It's our turn to make a move now."
Zhou Lin explained briefly, then noticed the clothes of everyone around him. Just after eliminating the black-clothed soldiers, their clothes had changed.
They were mainly wearing white clothes, styled as white robes.
The archaeological team members, upon hearing this, eagerly looked at their own clothes. Their previous clothes had turned white without them even realizing it.
"Damn it, when did I change my clothes? I didn't feel anything!"
"If Professor hadn't said anything, I wouldn't have noticed you were wearing different clothes. Is this thing that magical?"
"No, is this the power of feng shui formations?"
The students hurriedly looked at their clothes, each one of them astonished.
It wasn't just the students; the netizens in the live broadcast room were equally shocked.
"Holy crap, the end of the tomb is metaphysics. This is truly a ghost story."
"Don't say it, these clothes really suit our boss's temperament. They look great."
"What are you focusing on? Shouldn't it be about how to break this chess game?"
"Fortunately, I didn't go. Otherwise, if I played chess my whole life and ended up being played by chess, how would I feel?"
...
In the dean's conference room.
"This chess game, who knows how to play?"
The dean asked the experts, confused.
"I know a little, but I'm not very proficient."
Professor Wen looked at the big screen, appearing somewhat troubled.
"I don't know either."
"I don't know either, but we can get external help."
"What's the use of getting external help? The archaeological team doesn't need it. Who has time to watch the live broadcast?"