In the livestream room.
"Damn, my boss is still awesome. The moment he made a move, you knew he was the real deal."
"Oh my god, can someone explain why there's a monkey on this bird? And why doesn't this monkey have any fur?"
"That was so disgusting to watch. Not only no fur, but also veins and that tender skin. It was truly revolting."
"This is bad, these birds are back again."
...
Inside the tomb.
Professor Lin, seeing the scene before him, quickly turned to his team.
"Run, quickly!"
Professor Lin shouted urgently.
He then grabbed the archaeological team and they scrambled to the side.
They watched as, within a bird's nest spanning hundreds of square meters, a similar situation unfolded. A large group of people were running ahead, pursued by several giant birds, each over twenty meters tall.
Zhou Lin stood calmly to the side. One of the human-faced birds, noticing Zhou Lin, began to approach him.
"Scram..."
Zhou Lin, seeing the human-faced bird closing in, let out an angry roar.
His bloodline surged with a mere utterance, instilling fear in the human-faced bird. It quickly changed its target and flew towards the mercenaries.
Captain Lin and the other mercenaries, finding their bullets useless, resorted to their daggers. As a human-faced bird opened its massive beak, they thrust their daggers upwards.
"Ah..."
Captain Lin felt his hand being bitten. A searing pain shot through him.
He then raised his left hand, took out another dagger from his person, and fiercely stabbed it into the human-faced bird's eye.
"Ah..."
The human-faced bird cried out in pain. Just as Captain Lin tried to pull his hand free, he noticed something inside pulling at his arm.
When the human-faced bird opened its beak again, Captain Lin finally saw clearly. Inside the bird's mouth was a monkey, which was now using its hands to prevent him from pulling his arm out.
Captain Lin exerted a little force and pulled the monkey out as well.
The archaeological team and the others watched this scene with surprise.
The livestream viewers were stunned.
"Holy shit, why was there a monkey inside the human-faced bird's mouth?"
"This has to be a coincidence, how could there be a monkey inside a bird's mouth?"
"Damn, this is beyond repair. Forget about teeth in a bird's mouth, there's a monkey inside the teeth... Where do you even begin to make sense of this?"
"Let's think about how to solve this. What will the mercenaries and the archaeological team do next?"
...
Professor Lin, Elder Tang, and the metaphysics professor were initially taken aback. But before they could process the situation, the birds behind them began their attack.
As they were about to run, they tripped over the skeletons on the ground.
Professor Lin fell to the ground, clutching his chest.
"Old Lin!"
Elder Tang, seeing the scene, rushed forward to help him up. Before he could even act, the human-faced bird attacked.
"Elder Tang..."
The metaphysics professor, seeing this, picked up a skeleton from the ground and threw it at the human-faced bird, but it was completely useless.
At this moment—
A flute melody drifted through the air, sometimes melodious, sometimes rapid.
As the sound reached their ears, Elder Tang and Professor Lin felt a warmth spread through their bodies.
The human-faced birds' eyes showed less anger, and their wingbeats slowed considerably.
Finally, they landed steadily on the ground, their feet planted firmly, the entire flock appearing dazed.
All the birds ceased their attack, as if they had been acupoint-struck.
Professor Lin, the metaphysics professor, and Elder Tang were stunned. They then stared blankly towards the source of the flute music, and saw Zhou Lin holding a seven-colored flute.
The flute was colored from red to purple.
Under the light of the lamps, it cast a faint, multicolored glow.
The archaeological team also stopped running. Hearing the flute music, they looked towards the sound and saw Zhou Lin playing the flute.
Their earlier unease began to subside with the melody.
The mercenaries, who had been preparing to attack with their daggers, stopped when they saw the birds had calmed down. They then moved towards the archaeological team, instinctively shielding them.
The entire bird's nest resonated with the melodious flute music.
In the livestream room.
The barrage of comments fell silent for a long time, with only one appearing after a considerable pause.
"Holy shit, is this boss really a novelist? Are novelists these days all-rounders? How can he have such skills?"
"Oh my goodness, novelists can play the flute now? Is this how it's done?"
"But what's with this flute? Why is it so beautiful, what piece is this?"
"No, no, no. As a seasoned musician, I really like the flute the boss is holding. This flute looks very precious. I've never seen a flute like this before, it's seven-colored!"
"You upstairs, speak properly. Don't start with that nonsense."
...
In the dean's conference room.
The dean and the other professors and experts were dumbfounded when they saw this scene.
They had never dreamed that Zhou Lin would use such an item, and that flute looked very strange.
It was the first time they had seen a flute of such colors, a seven-colored one at that.
"What kind of flute is this? This flute sound is very special, much better than ordinary flute tones."
Professor Hu looked at the big screen with a strange expression, mainly because they had never seen a rainbow-colored flute before.
"Regardless of what flute it is, it's better than anything we've seen. His possessions are all extraordinary."
The dean pondered for a moment and said softly.
"I just really want to know... how does this guy have so many treasures? He's truly amazing."
Professor Wen was extremely envious. After all, his flute could immobilize these human-faced birds, while their flutes would only play a dirge for them.
As everyone was surprised, they silently agreed with Professor Wen's words.
Inside the tomb.
After Zhou Lin finished his melody, the human-faced birds' eyes closed, and they remained motionless, frozen in place.
Elder Tang looked at the human-faced birds before him, then gently waved his hand in front of their eyes. Finally, he let out a long sigh of relief.
He hurried to Zhou Lin's side.
"Professor Zhou, what's wrong with these birds? Why are they like this?"
Elder Tang was eager to ask.
"These birds are currently in a dreamlike state. This flute is called the Dream Flute. Its melody can lead these human-faced birds into a dream. They are dreaming now, but their dreams are crafted by me."