Zhou Lin looked at the two people opposite him and quickly explained.
"This alchemist is clearly dead, how can he still have such abilities? What is going on?"
Old Tang deeply felt the horror of this tomb. Not a single person could be underestimated, even someone who had been dead for over a thousand years.
"This is the magical part. This dried corpse doesn't want us to go deeper into the tomb, so he deliberately set all this up, waiting for you to kill each other here."
As Zhou Lin said this, he casually rolled his eyes.
This alchemist was counting on you people to keep studying this statue, so he deliberately set a trap for you to fall into.
And what's so special about that mural? A glance is enough, isn't it like walking right into someone's trap?
But these things couldn't be said. It was the duty of archaeologists, and saying them would lead to scolding, and likely make him a public enemy.
"But why are you okay?"
The Taoist priest covered his mouth, his lips bruised with a trace of blood, looking at Zhou Lin with great confusion.
Everyone had been attacked, but he was fine. This was truly bizarre.
"My heart is pure! I've never truly believed in the existence of fairyland, so I'm fine. I also didn't look into the alchemist's eyes, so I'm okay."
Zhou Lin said this indifferently and shamelessly.
"You're pure? You're the type who would risk your life for money, and you call yourself pure?"
The Olympic champion heard this and seemed to hear something funny. Because of the large movement, he accidentally pulled at his wound, causing him to gasp in pain.
Zhou Lin looked at the Olympic champion's face and, as if thinking of something, quickly looked at Old Tang.
"Old Tang, I saved you all and reduced the losses for your archaeological team and security personnel. Considering I have merit, if not hard work, why not add a bit more money?"
Zhou Lin glanced at him, saying this with a hopeful expression.
Old Tang: ... Why does it feel like the hand that just hit someone is itching again, and he really wants to hit Zhou Lin?
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Olympic Champion: ...
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Wolf King: ...
Historian: ...
Netizens: ...
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"Haha, as expected of my boss, his way of asking for money is truly unique. Look at Old Tang's face, it's so dark it could drip ink."
"Haha, as the saying goes, a generous reward will make a brave man appear. Everyone here is earning an average salary, but my boss keeps raising the price, and instantly became a billionaire."
"Others are surviving on the edge of a knife, while my boss is here to extort. Step by step, he's gone from fifty million to nearly two hundred million, what a legend."
"Haha..."
Inside the tomb.
Old Tang and the others simply treated their wounds, then shouldered their bags and walked further in.
The corridor was long and winding, echoing with their footsteps, and Zhou Lin's voice could be heard continuously explaining to Old Tang and demanding an extra fifty thousand.
At the end of the corridor was a fork in the road, with two exits on either side.
One was a dark cave entrance, with water stains and traces of something being dragged into the cave.
Judging by the width, there was no doubt whose marks these were.
That giant octopus. So that cave entrance was out of consideration. Everyone focused their attention on the stone door.
As the surrounding lights moved closer, they noticed that the stone door was red.
At first glance, the deep red stone door exuded an eerie aura.
The Taoist priest looked at the color and involuntarily moved closer, reaching out to touch the stone door.
"This is cinnabar."
The Taoist priest said with certainty. This was what he usually used to draw talismans.
"Cinnabar has the effect of warding off evil and expelling malevolent spirits in Taoism. The appearance of this thing here, does it mean there's something very dangerous inside?"
Old Tang's heart was pounding at the thought that there might be danger behind this door.
What they had just experienced was too much.
The Taoist priest then performed a divination, and the result was extreme misfortune, with hope within the misfortune, and despair within the hope.
The Taoist priest's face became even more troubled as he looked at the hexagram.
Old Tang, seeing the Taoist priest's troubled expression, knew the situation was not good.
Finally, he cast his gaze on Zhou Lin. Zhou Lin looked at Old Tang with anticipation, his eyes full of eagerness.
"You say it, you agree, and I'll open the door now. Once the money is paid, everything will be fine..."
Old Tang looked at Zhou Lin's expectant little eyes and then at the security personnel behind him.
"Open the door."
Zhou Lin was disappointed and squatted to the side, drawing circles, indicating his unhappiness...
Wolf King, the gymnastics champion, and the Olympic champion couldn't help but want to burst into laughter, but they couldn't laugh directly, so they had to hold it in.
Boom...
The stone door slowly opened.
A dark cave entrance appeared before them. They walked in and stood on a platform.
As the last person entered the stone door, the door behind them suddenly closed.
The moment it closed, the darkness at the very front suddenly emitted light.
The darkness in the entire stone cave was instantly dispelled by the light.
A scene appeared before everyone's eyes.
In the center was a huge platform, and in the middle of the platform, there were floating stone steps in five directions, leading to five different directions.
At the end of the steps, a pure white stone door came into view. Behind it were the earliest buildings of the Qin Dynasty, but the color of these tiles and houses was pure white.
Below the large central platform, it was also suspended in mid-air, with no visible support. Below the platform was a pit tens of meters deep.
At the bottom of the pit were tens of thousands of terracotta warriors, and some terracotta warriors holding long spears stood below the platform. These terracotta warriors were like guardian gods.
Their faces were stern, looking straight ahead, their aura at first glance seemed more like killing intent.
On both sides of the platform were warhorses from the Qin Dynasty, and chariots, all suspended in mid-air.
Including the charioteers, the terracotta warriors in front of the chariots were neatly suspended in mid-air, arranged in order, holding the reins of the chariots.
The entire space was at least ten football fields large, with terracotta warriors everywhere.
Among the terracotta warriors were knights and soldiers, as well as soldiers holding long spears and bronze swords standing not far away. At first glance, they looked more like soldiers guarding the tomb, each performing their duties.
They were all steadily suspended in their positions.
This scene, full of majesty, appeared before everyone's eyes.
Old Tang was stunned, looking around aimlessly, not knowing where to look. He kept gasping in shock and instinctively clutched his chest.