This way, won't your teammates turn into zombies?
"Now the only hope is to destroy the Hanba."
Zhou Lin looked at his teammates' conditions with a grim expression, a nameless rage churning within him.
It was all this thing's fault, the anger in his heart grew fiercer.
In the livestream.
"Damn, is this Hanba looking for its own kind? Isn't that very dangerous?"
"Holy crap, this is bad, what do we do? One Hanba is already enough for the big shot to handle, but now there are several more, and what about this situation?"
"The most difficult thing is that these are all your own teammates, your own kin, how can you bring yourself to attack them?"
"This is truly a move to kill the heart. This general is indeed a master of commanding troops, his psychological warfare is truly formidable."
"What should the big shot do? Can this thing still be resolved?"
Inside the tomb.
Zhou Lin saw that the eyes of the archaeological team and the mercenaries had changed, from their original color to a blood red.
Their skin and the area around their necks began to stiffen and dry out like tree bark.
"Roar..."
Seeing this, the team members broke free from the restraints of their friends and moved towards the Hanba.
They stood respectfully beside the Hanba, as if awaiting his command.
"What are you doing? Come back!"
Captain Lin watched his friends and teammates witnessing this scene, his heart aching. How could he be comfortable seeing his teammates turn into zombies?
"No need to call them, they can't hear you."
Zhou Lin glanced at the situation opposite him and explained indifferently.
"Professor Zhou Lin, please save them."
Captain Lin looked at him pleadingly, hoping he could save them.
"I'll do my best. Ensure your own safety. You cannot hesitate to act just because they are your friends."
Zhou Lin looked sideways at Captain Lin beside him and said with a solemn tone.
Captain Lin naturally understood Zhou Lin's meaning and nodded firmly.
Seeing Captain Lin agree, Zhou Lin then told him.
"Beware of their fingernails and teeth. Remember, remember."
After speaking, Zhou Lin charged towards the Hanba, his Qinglong Sword in hand. He narrowed his eyes and saw something else.
This Hanba actually had a corpse core on him?
But looking at this fellow, he probably didn't know he had a corpse core.
"Kill them for this general."
The Hanba gave an order, and the five zombies beside him charged towards the opposing archaeological team and mercenaries.
Captain Lin put away his pistol and took out a rope from his person.
"Beware of their fingernails and teeth. Do not attack them directly. Find a way to tie them up."
Captain Lin gave the order, and the mercenaries behind him also took out their ropes.
They then charged towards the opposite side.
The mercenaries, having undergone years of training, were not just for show. Their moves were all about extreme binding.
Zhou Lin and the Hanba grappled together, but Zhou Lin struck the Hanba's belly every time.
Each time the Hanba was hit in the stomach, he felt a sharp pain.
It was as if something was pulling at his abdomen.
Old Tang, Professor Lin, and the other archaeological team members were hiding in the shadows. Old Tang was still holding the incense burner, and the spiders had not been completely absorbed yet.
They were all moving towards Old Tang.
"Be careful..."
Old Tang saw Captain Lin almost get injured by a teammate's fingernail and instinctively called out.
"Old Tang, we should prepare some self-defense items, otherwise... we can't just passively take a beating."
The metaphysics professor, seeing Captain Lin and the others' situation, quickly said.
"Yes, yes, let's find some stones. If something happens, we can at least resist."
One of the archaeological team members said, picked up a stone from the side, and handed it to Professor Lin.
As the situation escalated, Captain Lin and the others were starting to feel overwhelmed. These were zombies, their stamina was several times that of humans. Dealing with one was already difficult, now there were five.
Several team members were also narrowly missed by fingernails.
In the livestream.
"Oh my god, this is more exciting than me going up there. What the hell is going on? I'm getting all fired up."
"Holy crap, be careful, that mercenary was almost done for, you scared me to death."
"That's right, watching this made me break out in a cold sweat, you scared me to death."
"Oh my, this is so terrifying, even more terrifying than watching a horror movie."
...
In the dean's conference room.
"Oh my god, my heart can't take it, what is happening?"
Professor Hu subconsciously clutched his chest. These mercenaries turned zombies were too terrifying; several people couldn't be restrained.
"It's exactly what you're seeing. As long as the Hanba isn't dead, the other mercenaries will continue like this."
Professor Wen, seeing this situation, was filled with worry. His concern was for the mercenaries, who possessed formidable combat capabilities.
"Let's hope Zhou Lin can hurry."
The dean watched Zhou Lin's figure, who was fiercely attacking the Hanba.
Inside the tomb.
Zhou Lin felt that this passive approach wouldn't work. If they continued fighting like this, the Hanba wouldn't surrender easily.
"System, introduce something quickly. This thing is too troublesome, we need to end this quickly, otherwise the archaeological team will be in danger."
As soon as Zhou Lin finished speaking, an electronic page appeared, showing several cloth dolls.
"Puppet dolls?"
Zhou Lin looked at the instruction manual. It stated that they could perfectly replicate the original owner's movements.
They could also possess fifty percent of the original owner's abilities and bloodline.
Zhou Lin's eyes lit up.
"Can this be replicated? Can I also replicate the stick in my hand? That way, we can all attack together and gang up on it?"
Zhou Lin's eyes widened with excitement, and he began to anticipate.
[Theoretically, it is possible. However, the host should make a choice as soon as possible. The Hanba will charge over any moment now.]
The system's voice appeared in his mind.
Zhou Lin looked at the points displayed and almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
How much was this? One hundred billion points? You damn bastard, are you robbing a bank?
Did you claw back all the money from that discount from before?
Puppet dolls are worth this much? What the hell is going on?
"Why don't you go rob a bank?"
Zhou Lin cursed angrily.
[Host, we are currently robbing a bank.]
The system's mechanical voice appeared again, making Zhou Lin so angry he almost swore.
You admit it, you finally admit it. You damn bastard, you're a profiteer, a complete profiteer.