"Huh? A'wei, look at this woman. Am I seeing things? The face of the woman on the mural seems to be moving."
"What are you talking about? How could that happen? You must be mistaken."
"But I'm not mistaken."
The student who first noticed the problem rubbed his eyes, still uncertain.
"Let's go, before the professors get too far ahead."
A'wei said, pulling his classmate along into the depths.
Zuo Lin, the mercenaries, and the other professors took only a glance before moving further inside.
However, not everyone found this scene appealing. Students from Sakura Country immediately took out their cameras and started taking pictures.
Through the lens, the woman, who had been squinting, now had her eyes wide open in the photograph.
Her gaze, filled with resentment, was fixed on him.
"Ah..."
Upon seeing this, the Sakura Country student screamed in terror, dropping his camera.
His cry startled everyone from Sakura Country.
"What are you screaming about?"
Zuo Lin, already on edge, was displeased by the situation but still walked over to help the student up.
"Professor... this statue is not right, it's really not right. There are ghosts here."
The student pointed tremblingly at the carving on the wall.
Everyone looked towards the carving, but saw nothing out of the ordinary.
"You're too nervous. Don't worry, let's go take a look. It's a valuable learning experience to study another country's history. It's not easy."
Zuo Lin said, trying to comfort the student.
"No, Professor, she..."
Before the student could finish speaking, he saw the woman in the carving move, her hand reaching out.
The student tried to struggle but couldn't move an inch. He could only watch as the woman in the carving reached out and pulled him in.
Zuo Lin and the students beside him watched as the student became still, a sense of unease growing in their hearts.
In the live stream.
"What's wrong with this student? Did he see a ghost? His eyes are as wide as a cow's."
"Exactly, but this situation looks so strange. It doesn't seem fake. Could there really be a problem?"
"Damn it, what's going on? Why didn't our professor call this student away?"
"Yeah, this student's complexion isn't good. What's wrong?"
"Did he see a ghost?"
...
Inside the tomb.
The student watched as the woman reached out to pull him.
"Come, let's play together. Weren't you interested just now? Come on."
The woman in the carving spoke as she began to pull at his soul.
"Ah..."
The student let out a tragic scream, then closed his eyes and breathed his last.
This piercing cry halted Zhou Lin's steps.
Zhou Lin, Huo Qi, the metaphysics professor, and Captain Zhao all looked behind them.
They saw the Sakura Country student lying on the ground, his eyes wide with terror, staring at the opposite carving.
Zhou Lin looked towards the carving, his eyes darkening.
He then saw a new figure appear on the carving, bullying the girls depicted in the sculpture.
"What is going on? How could this happen?"
"I don't want to die. I want to leave here. Professor, can we leave?"
"Yeah, let's go. We don't want this history anymore. I don't want to study history. Let's go."
The Sakura Country students looked at the situation around them, their faces contorted in grief, and sobbed.
But Zuo Lin only sighed at their words, saying nothing more.
Just then—
The women on the wall slowly revealed their faces, and faint laughter echoed from the walls.
"Heh heh..."
The female voices were melodious, like orioles, or larks, but to everyone's ears, they were the sounds of nightmares.
They were the voices of devils.
Zhou Lin and the others, standing behind the Sakura Country students, saw many women's hands emerge from the walls, and many faces floated back and forth on the walls.
The people from Daxia and the netizens were all stunned.
In the live stream.
"Holy cow, what did I just see? There are ghosts in the walls? Are those ghosts?"
"Then what do you call them? If not ghosts, then what?"
"Damn it, this is too terrifying. Where did they come from? They just killed a student so silently?"
"Did our Sakura Country student die so tragically?"
"And you wanted to drag Daxia down with you? Everyone else left, but he stayed behind. What was he trying to do?"
"Are you saying this was his own fault?"
"If not, then what?"
...
Dean's conference room.
"What is going on? How could such a terrifying thing happen here?"
Professor Hu still couldn't accept it.
"These are people of witchcraft. Perhaps they cannot be treated as ordinary people."
Professor Wen was already beginning to worry.
"Don't worry, Zhou Lin will handle it. But I wonder who he'll ask for money this time."
The Dean looked at Zhou Lin's demeanor, his curiosity piqued.
Inside the tomb.
Zhou Lin looked at the witches and then recalled the color he had seen on the carving...
"I wondered why the color looked off. So they used their ashes to achieve this."
Zhou Lin slapped his forehead, a look of realization dawning on his face.
"What do you mean?"
Huo Qi, the metaphysics professor, and Captain Zhao all looked at Zhou Lin.
"These witches, although not High Priests, would not have survived if they weren't formidable. Furthermore, they were killed by this High Priest, and in a very cruel manner."
"Killing them is one thing, but then using them to guard the tomb, not just the queen's, but also the High Priest's. Would you be content?"
Zhou Lin asked rhetorically.
"I think now is not the time to discuss this. We should focus on how to deal with them."
Huo Qi said, his mouth twitching as he looked at the witches opposite them.
"Deal with them? How? There's no motivation, it's almost..."
Zhou Lin sighed helplessly at his words, looking very distressed.
Huo Qi and the metaphysics professor looked at Zhou Lin, then both glanced at Professor Zuo Lin opposite them.
This was their problem to handle. After all, it was better for a fellow Daoist to die than a poor one.
Zuo Lin felt their gazes and saw the glint in Zhou Lin's eyes, and the sympathy in the other two.
He knew without thinking what they wanted.
But now there was no money. They had asked for billions before, how could they get money now?