After I stopped trying, a rich woman trained me into a demon emperor.

"How does your sister plan to get in?"

Zhou Ran held onto A Ning's waist tightly, his tone sticky and affectionate.

That's exactly what Aning wanted to hear.

"We don't have enough manpower on our own."

Ah Ning gestured towards the two groups of veteran tomb raiders opposite her.

"Those people are all looking out for themselves, so we can't count on them."

I need someone capable of fighting, someone to pave the way for me.

She patted Zhou Ran's chest, looked up, and saw a mixture of calculation and sincerity in her eyes.

"If you help your sister with this, you can choose any gold or silver inside."

How was it?

Zhou Ran smiled.

"I'll listen to my sister."

Aning's Luoyang shovel had already probed the bottom, and she held first-hand terrain information in her hands.

Instead of blindly groping around, I'd rather use her as my eyes.

Zhou Ran loosened his grip, took a half step back, and resumed his greedy, headstrong demeanor.

Behind her, Xiao Rou lowered her eyes, her ten fingers clenched tightly in her sleeves, making her bones crack.

Just then, a strange noise came from the ground of the vault.

Something was wriggling in the pile of gold coins.

Just as Zhou Ran was about to get more information out of the treasury, something unexpected happened at the central treasury.

The largest mountain of gold coins collapsed for no apparent reason.

Thousands upon thousands of fleshy silkworms, each as thick as a finger and covered in leopard-patterned markings, emerged from the gaps in the gold coins.

"Golden Leopard Skin Silkworm!"

"Step back!"

The leader of the Northern Tomb Raiders was hoarse.

"This thing is known as a 'money-guarding bug' in folk tradition!"

Legend has it that ancient emperors, fearing tomb raiding, specially fed poisonous creatures with the brains of the dead in extremely yin places!

"Contact with blood is fatal; there is no cure!"

Aning reacted faster than anyone else.

She didn't run away first.

"Ah Qin!"

Xiao Zhao!

Retreat behind the bronze pillar!

Bronze ware with backing!

"This bug hates the smell of rusty bronze!"

She grabbed the young man with a bandaged arm next to her and pushed him behind the nearest bronze box, then pulled up the other two stunned brothers.

After settling her own people in, she turned and called out to Zhou Ran.

"You should also put up bronze ware!"

Feet off the ground!

This thing tracks down living people by following the heat from their feet!

Zhou Ran raised an eyebrow.

"Fatty, bring the copper box."

"Yingying, stay close."

Without saying a word, Fatty Wang stepped on the nearest bronze box lid.

Miao Yingying reacted quickly, using Wang Pangzi's outstretched arm to flip herself up.

Xiao Rou was even more decisive.

With a flick of her finger, two white jade Wind Listening Gu turned into white threads and shot into the ground beneath her feet.

The wriggling leopard-skinned silkworms, as soon as they approached the soles of her shoes, recoiled as if struck by lightning.

The bandits and outlaws who came with Zhou Ran weren't so lucky.

They were just terrified small fry; before they could even hear what Aning was saying, they took off running.

The heat from the soles of their feet left a trail on the floor tiles, and the leopard-skinned silkworms, drawn by the stench, surged forward.

A man was submerged up to his ankles by a swarm of silkworms.

He looked down and saw that his skin had turned black.

Before he could even let out a full scream, he fell straight into the pile of gold coins.

The other two fared even worse, falling down and being covered by the swarm of silkworms.

In less than three seconds, only two white skeletons remained, embedded in the pile of five-zhu coins.

The veteran tomb raiders in the north got anxious and pulled out their high-purity realgar powder, mixed it with cold fire, and lit it, attempting to use fire to drive away the poisonous insects.

The flames had just killed a group of larvae on the outer perimeter.

Boom!

The blue bricks underground were completely crushed.

A silkworm mother, the size of a millstone and covered in bristles, broke out of the ground.

Enraged by the pungent realgar, it opened its mouth, which was covered with ring-shaped sharp teeth, and spat out a large amount of viscous green venom.

The venom landed on the bronze box, instantly corroding a large hole and emitting pungent white smoke.

"sister!

sister!

Help!"

Heart-wrenching screams came from behind the bronze pillar.

Ah Ning turned around and her face turned pale instantly.

The young man she had just pushed to safety,

Her younger brother, Aqin.

He was gripping his right hand tightly.

A leopard-skinned silkworm bit his index finger, and the poison was spreading up his knuckles, half of his finger had already turned black.

"Ah Qin!"

Ah Ning didn't care about anything else. She pulled out a folding shovel from her waist and rushed over in three steps.

"Sister...it hurts..."

Ah Qin's face was ashen; the speed at which the toxins were spreading was visible to the naked eye.

Aning didn't hesitate for even a second.

She held Ah Qin's wrist firmly with one hand, and aimed the blade of the folding shovel at the base of his index finger.

"Bite down!"

Click!

The severed finger flew out, rolling to the ground along with the leopard-skinned silkworm.

Ah Qin was in so much pain that her whole body convulsed. She bit down on her sleeve, and a muffled groan escaped from between her teeth.

Aning tore off a piece of her clothing to wrap around the cut and stop the bleeding; her hands were covered in her brother's blood.

Just then, the shadow of the silkworm mother loomed over her back.

A leopard-skinned silkworm, having broken away from the swarm, sprang up using the shockwave from its mother breaking through the soil, and lunged straight at the back of Aning's neck.

Aning sensed it, but she couldn't free her hands.

Both hands were placed on Ah Qin's severed finger.

Just as she closed her eyes to welcome death.

An arm cut across from the side.

He gripped the leopard-skinned silkworm that had been launched with his five fingers and crushed it.

Green sap dripped from between his fingers, and venom emitted white smoke from a tattooed arm.

Aning opened her eyes and saw Zhou Ran's profile.

However, Zhou Ran's gaze had already passed over A Ning and was fixed on the silkworm mother who was turning around and rushing towards them.

The silkworm mother spewed out highly toxic mucus, and her enormous body crushed down.

Zhou Ran loosened his arm around A Ning's waist, and with his right hand fingers slightly spread, he pinched the silkworm mother that was pouncing in mid-air.

A ring of white cracks appeared on the silkworm mother's shell, and venom flowed back into her body through the cracks.

It emitted a piercing shriek, its mouthparts opening and closing frantically as it struggled to release the pent-up pressure within its body.

Zhou Ran clenched his five fingers.

Bang!

The silkworm mother's hard shell, along with the venom inside her body, shattered into a cloud of green flesh that flew everywhere in mid-air.

Bloodshed and carnage were rampant.

The vast vault was so quiet that you could hear the clinking of gold coins rolling down.

All the tomb raiders and tomb raiders, including A-Ning who was squatting on the ground stopping her brother's bleeding, froze in place.

Aning raised her head, her hands still stained with Aqin's blood.

Her lips moved twice, but she didn't say anything.

Zhou Ran patted the insect paste off his hands, his expression remaining completely unchanged.

He walked straight to the center of the shattered remains of the silkworm mother.

Within that stinking mass of minced meat, there was a perfectly intact crystal the size of a pigeon egg, emitting a ghostly blue light.

"Too barren to the bone marrow."

Zhou Ran held the crystal in his palm.

The moment he touched it, his entire left arm trembled violently.

The ancient inheritance sealed within Taihuang Ba's body activated on its own, and a stream of scalding information poured into his sea of ​​consciousness.

That was a complete three-dimensional map of the earth's veins.

Mangshan is 700 meters underground.

Directly below the old course of the Yellow River.

A heart-shaped bone, about the size of a fist, was beating regularly there.

Each pulse resonated in sync with the three-colored embryonic core within his dantian.

Zhou Ran clenched his fist, and the Qilin pattern on his left arm throbbed rapidly, with dark golden light seeping through the cuffs of his windbreaker.

Aning, holding the unconscious Aqin with the severed finger, stood up from the ground.

She watched Zhou Ran's retreating figure and swallowed hard.

"Who exactly are you?"

Zhou Ran didn't turn around.

"The guide."

He put the bone marrow in his pocket.

"Didn't you say that the Luoyang shovel had reached the bottom?"

"Come, take me to see the path that leads to the deepest part."

Ah Ning opened her mouth, then closed it again.

She glanced down at her unconscious younger brother in her arms, then at Zhou Ran's left arm, which was still faintly glowing.

"...Come with me."