"This crimson symbol is indeed a form of script. Its name is Xue Po Luo, which translates to 'soul-snatching through special blood'!"
"If you stare at it for too long, you'll find yourselves becoming dazed and might unconsciously perform unspeakable physical actions. Don't believe me? Look at some of us!"
As he spoke, Zhou Lin pointed to an archaeologist whose eyes were vacant.
His hands were outstretched, and his legs were involuntarily moving towards the blood-red wall.
Fortunately, he was pulled back by someone who had regained their senses.
At this moment, all eyes were on Zhou Lin.
Their expressions were incredibly strange. What had they just heard?
This was script written with the blood of some creature?
And what in the world was Xue Po Luo???
Could ancient writing kill people? This was too terrifying!
The viewers in the live stream were even more shocked!
"I remember this person is a novelist. Is this really something coming from a novelist's mouth???"
"Can ancient writing kill people? This is too terrifying!"
"My mind is filled with the thought that our history has been pushed back by hundreds of years. It's too terrifying! What else is there that we don't know? Could it be aliens?"
"Big shot Zhou Lin, I'm really starting to doubt your identity. You know too much!"
"Elder Tang, I told you to call for reinforcements earlier. Why haven't you? This person is definitely not an ordinary novelist. Hurry up!"
...
Elder Tang, hearing Zhou Lin's words, quickly asked:
"Mr. Zhou, do you know what the symbols above mean?"
Zhou Lin nodded, his brow still furrowed. "This should be a script from the early Qin Dynasty. If you look closely, you'll find it resembles some seal script from the Qin Dynasty. The ancients deliberately outlined these things to make certain objects appear mythical."
"However, the red used here is the blood of a creature called Po Luo, which disappeared thousands of years ago. Many of you should know of Po Luo from games!"
"But in reality, over two thousand years ago, it represented the embodiment of evil and sin, a creature that grew in the bottomless, dark abyss, with a hideous appearance."
"I accidentally read about it when I was young, and I never thought it was real!"
Zhou Lin shook his head and pointed to the script above:
"Respected tomb raiders, it is your skill to have found this place. I, this Emperor, do not enjoy needless killing, but those who trespass into my resting place shall surely die! If you wish to live, open this door, or you shall be trapped like turtles in a jar!"
On the red door, a large red button, a mechanism, was clearly visible.
"This Emperor means we must open it to survive. The current situation is that after we entered this tomb, we are likely in a jar. Have you noticed the nooks in the surrounding walls? These nooks have openings that can release arrow rain. That should be where the hidden arrows are released."
"Similarly, the bronze heads above each door in front of us should also conceal openings for releasing hidden arrows."
"And the damaged equipment in front of us should be the remnants of the previous archaeological teams who met their demise. Everyone, please do not touch anything later, or you'll be shot to death by the surrounding traps, and don't blame anyone!"
"However, these things alone are not enough to trap us in this jar. It's not like they can't escape. They could just leave, or find another way out as tomb raiders do, right? This Emperor wouldn't go to such great lengths and put on such a grand display just to block our path!"
"Unless, from the moment we entered, our retreat was cut off!"
As soon as Zhou Lin finished speaking.
It was as if something had been triggered here.
With a *click*.
It was faint at first.
Then the *clicking* sound echoed again.
"Look behind you!"
Someone shouted.
The path they had entered through was now covered with a thin layer of fine sand, but this sand was incredibly slippery.
Stepping on it with a light tread, one could not stand firm!
At the same time.
Everyone noticed fine sand beginning to flow from the nooks in the walls.
The audience watching all of this in the live stream collectively gasped. httpδ:/m.kuAisugg.nět
"It's quicksand! This Emperor is so ruthless, using a combination of a sand trap and a jar! Whether you go forward or backward, you're doomed!"
"Heavens, is he trying to bury the archaeologists with sand? This is too cruel!"
"Damn it, everyone run! This kind of quicksand has a time limit. If you don't run now, you won't be able to escape!"
"This is too terrifying, my heart can't take it!"
...
The faces of some archaeologists turned pale. They tried to run out, but the path down was already narrow. Now, with a layer of oily fine sand poured onto it, it was equivalent to cutting off their retreat!
Because climbing up was impossible!
All the archaeologists looked terrified.
However, at this moment.
A former all-around gymnastics champion stepped forward.
"Don't panic. It's just the button on the big red door. I need a stick for support. Leave it to me!"
The red door was about fifty meters away from their position. Seeing the expression of the sports champion, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
In the live stream.
"Phew, with the champion here, there's definitely no problem!"
"The ancients definitely wouldn't have imagined that for this archaeological expedition, even an Olympic champion would come!"
"No matter which Emperor it was, they should be able to rest in peace now!"
...
But the next second.
As soon as the stick was inserted into the ground in front of them, with a *swish*.
Four or five jet-black cold arrows shot out from where the stick was placed!
The bronze statues above the eight large doors previously made a cocking sound, aiming at the direction of the gymnast.
The gymnastics champion was dumbfounded.
All the archaeological members were dumbfounded.
All the viewers in the live stream were shocked.
Given the speed of the cold arrows, unless the Olympic champion could reach the red door without touching the ground before the arrows were fired, and return without touching the ground, let alone opening the button, whether they could survive was a question.
At the same time.
Everyone heard the *clicking* sounds becoming faster.
From somewhere above, fine sand began to fall!
A master of architecture exclaimed in terror:
"At this rate, in at most ten minutes, if we don't get out, we'll be buried by this sand!"
Now everyone was anxious and hurriedly asked Elder Tang to arrange for ground personnel to provide support.
Just as the archaeological team was thinking about how to escape, everyone suddenly looked at Zhou Lin.
Zhou Lin was seen slowly stepping out, beginning to shake his body and perform warm-up exercises before a jump.
And he said:
"Everyone, we are now in a desperate situation. On one side, there is sand flying everywhere and hidden arrows from all directions. Our path forward is essentially blocked!"