My mom is waiting for treatment, and you're summoning me to be a hero?

Lin Mo took a few steps forward and blended into the edge of the crowd.

The murmurs reached my ears clearly.

"This great tomb must be entered in groups. Elven brothers, let's go together."

A human adventurer wearing leather armor was speaking to several elves in a fawning manner.

The leader of the elves was a young man with pointed ears, blond hair, and a handsome face, but at this moment his gaze was not on the person who had invited him.

Instead, he stared intently in another direction.

There stood a human hero with a face full of scars.

The hero wore a tower-shaped tag around his neck, with the letter 'A' engraved on it.

This is clearly an A-rank hero from the Holy Kingdom of the Tower.

In addition, he was surrounded by five or six female elves.

They were dressed in tattered cloth, with black metal collars around their necks, the collars connected by chains.

Everyone had their heads down, their long hair obscuring their faces, and their shoulders trembling slightly.

The elven man's eyes practically spit fire when he saw this.

"We can team up, but he has to release those slaves first."

The elven man spoke slowly and deliberately.

The hero grinned when he heard this.

He tugged at the chain in his hand, causing the female elves to stumble and nearly fall.

He looked down at them, then raised his head to meet the elven man's gaze.

"What slave? That sounds so rude. This is my teammate."

His voice was drawn out and full of mockery.

As he spoke, he tugged at it again.

The chains rattled.

Among the female elves, one of the younger ones lost her balance and knelt down on the ground.

She looked up, revealing a face streaked with tears.

Her lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she just bit her lip tightly and lowered her head again.

The young men behind the elven man immediately drew their weapons.

"you--!!"

The elven man raised his hand to stop the people behind him.

His chest heaved violently, his eyes were red-rimmed, but his voice remained relatively steady.

"You know this violates civil law, which prohibits the enslavement of any intelligent species."

The hero shrugged, looking completely innocent.

"I didn't enslave them. They're my teammates; they wanted to follow me. Right?"

He tugged at the chain again.

The female elves remained silent.

He just kept his head down, and his shoulders were shaking even more violently.

The surrounding air almost seemed to freeze.

The dwarves formed a circle, arms crossed, with expressions of anticipation for a good show.

A few people were still muttering under their breath, and although you couldn't hear what they were saying, their expressions clearly indicated that it wasn't anything nice.

The lizardman stood between the two groups, swishing his tail, trying to smooth things over.

"Everyone, calm down, calm down!"

The lizardman in the lead had a hoarse voice, but spoke urgently.

"This great tomb only opens once every twelve hours. If we miss this one, we'll have to wait another half day! There are tons of undead creatures inside, and the people who were teleported in might have already gone berserk. Our top priority right now is to form a team of twenty people to go in!"

As he spoke, he scanned both sides with his vertical pupils.

"As for these things... let's talk about them outside, let's talk about them outside!"

The elven man gritted his teeth and remained silent.

The hero merely pursed his lips, snorted coldly, and didn't provoke him further.

But the smell of gunpowder hadn't dissipated at all.

Lin Mo stood at the edge of the crowd, listened to what they said, and roughly understood.

The Great Tomb is opened once every twelve hours.

You need to join as a team.

It contains a large number of undead creatures.

And Mianmian—

He closed his eyes and felt the connection deep within his soul.

That faint fluctuation was deep within this tomb.

We must find Mianmian quickly.

Lin Mo opened her eyes and walked towards the entrance.

"Hello!"

A loud shout came from behind.

Lin Mo did not stop.

"Hey kid! Stop right there! Are you fucking deaf?"

The sound of hurried footsteps caught up, and a hand reached out to his shoulder.

Lin Mo turned to the side, and the man grabbed at empty air.

He was the hero from the Tower Kingdom who was dragging the female elf along.

He was stunned for a moment, then an angry look appeared on his face.

"Where are you going? To the grave?"

Lin Mo did not speak.

The man gave a cold laugh.

"You can join if you want, but see? We don't accept players below level 69 for team formation. You're only level 65, so you probably don't qualify."

Lin Mo remained silent.

The man's eyes darted around, and a smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"but……"

He dragged out the sound.

"I'll give you a chance, since we're both human."

He stretched out his hand and rubbed his thumb and forefinger together.

"Two hundred thousand gold coins, how about that? With an admission ticket and all of us as bodyguards, if you went in alone, you wouldn't even know how you died. Two hundred thousand for a life, isn't that a good deal?"

The people around him laughed maliciously.

Lin Mo looked at him.

He spoke softly, uttering a single word:

"roll."

The man's smile froze on his face.

It took me a while to realize what was happening.

"You ungrateful piece of trash, I..."

Before he could finish speaking, a flash of sword light appeared.

Before the burly warrior could even react, his head flew off his neck.

The smile on his face was still frozen, but he had already fallen straight down.

boom.

The body crashed to the ground, kicking up a cloud of black dust.

The chains clattered down, and the female elves abruptly raised their heads.

Staring wide-eyed at the scene before him, he couldn't believe it.

The entire room fell silent.

Everyone was stunned.

The lizardman who was still trying to break up the fight had his mouth wide open, and he even forgot to retract his long, thin tongue.

The dwarves lowered their arms, and their expressions of amusement turned to shock.

Those human adventurers who were just chattering away were now speechless, as if they had been choked.

The young elven man's eyes were filled with disbelief.

"you……"

He opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

Lin Mo sheathed his sword.

He didn't look at anyone, not even at the corpse, but continued walking towards the entrance of the Great Tomb.

The others swallowed hard upon seeing this.

"What's going on? There are exactly twenty of us. Is he trying to recruit us by killing one?"

"Is that even a question? Definitely! Entering the Great Tomb requires a team of at least twenty people."

"No! Look behind him!"

Behind Lin Mo, as he walked, semi-transparent phantoms slowly emerged.

One, two, five, ten—

Twenty ghosts.

They come in various shapes and sizes; some resemble humans, some resemble beasts, and some are just a blurry wisp of mist.

They followed Lin Mo silently, floating in mid-air, their empty eye sockets gleaming with a dark light.

Those who had been eager to stop Lin Mo just moments before all instinctively took a step back.

"What...what is this...?"

Someone murmured.

No one answered him.

Twenty ghosts drifted silently across the black land, following the black-robed youth toward the entrance to the Great Tomb.

Lin Mo doesn't have the habit of teaming up.

Even though he is physically weak and his mental strength has only recovered to about half, summoning twenty ghosts is still a piece of cake.

For others, entering this great tomb requires scheming and teaming up with strangers.

For him, he can come and go as he pleases.

He was getting closer and closer to the entrance.

The stench of decay in the air grew stronger, and a low, guttural roar could be faintly heard coming from the depths of the tomb.

Just then—

"etc."