Tomb raiding live stream: Starting as the mute Zhang

The subtle movements of the fingers are extremely slight.

But everyone present was focused on the stone bed, and this slight movement was immediately noticed.

It moved!

Wang Pangzi let out a low cry, subconsciously took half a step back, and gripped the entrenching tool tightly.

Wu Xie, Huo Xiuxiu, and Xie Yuchen also tensed up instantly, their eyes fixed on the hand holding the black short staff.

Zhang Qiling and "Zhang Qiling" took a half step forward almost simultaneously.

The two men positioned themselves on either side of Wu Xie and the others, subtly protecting them from further back.

Their gazes were calm; they did not act immediately, but simply observed quietly.

That hand, wearing an old-fashioned leather glove, had withered and thin fingertips.

After a very slight tremor, everything returned to stillness, as if it were just everyone's illusion.

But a few seconds later, it moved again.

This time it was no longer a slight tremor.

Instead, his five fingers slowly and stiffly closed, gripping the "Source Heart Staff" even tighter.

The "All-Encompassing Stone" at the top of the black short staff seemed to sense something, and the flowing seven-colored halo accelerated, and the light became brighter.

Immediately afterwards, the chest of the corpse wearing the golden mask lying on the white jade bed rose and fell very slightly.

Very slow, very gentle.

But it was indeed the rise and fall of breathing.

"Holy crap...it's really alive?"

Wang Pangzi's voice was dry.

The camera on the floating live-streaming sphere immediately zoomed in, giving a close-up of the hand and the corpse's chest.

The live chat exploded instantly:

It moved! It moved!

The corpse has risen from the dead?!

Is this masked man alive?

The staff is glowing!

I knew it wouldn't be that simple!

Blackie, get ready to go!

Wang Cen, who was tied up in the corner, stared wide-eyed at the scene.

He struggled and whimpered, his eyes filled with both fear and a near-manic excitement, staring intently at the short staff.

"It's not a resurrection," Zhang Qiling suddenly said.

His tone remained calm, but carried a hint of solemnity.

"He's awake. He wasn't completely dead."

"Not quite dead?"

Wu Xie felt a chill run down his spine as he stared at the "corpse" that had been lying there for who knows how many years.

"How is this possible? Look at these clothes, and this place..."

"Original Seed".

Zhang Qiling spoke succinctly, his gaze falling on the "Myriad Images Stone" with its seven-colored shimmering surface.

"It sustains it. The short staff is the core, and also... the anchor."

He meant that the ancient person wearing the mask did not actually die over the long years.

Instead, it was sealed in a state of dormancy or suspended animation until now by the power of the "Source Seed" through the core of the "Source Heart Staff" and the "Myriad Stone".

Now, because the energy from the pool's light eye had previously activated the short staff, it broke the silence and allowed him to begin to awaken.

As if confirming their judgment, the "ancient man" on the stone bed let out an extremely hoarse, dry inhalation sound, like a broken bellows being pulled.

Then, he slowly raised his other free hand and pressed it against his face, which was covered by a golden mask.

The movements remained stiff and slow.

Yet it carries a chilling aura of "life".

"Time to get up."

Black Bear clicked his tongue and cracked his knuckles.

The nonchalant smile on his face faded, replaced by a sharp focus.

He stepped forward and stood a little in front of Zhang Qiling and "Zhang Qiling".

Turning his head to the person behind him, he said, "Dumb, Qiling, let me handle this. You two keep an eye on those younger ones in the back, and that old guy too."

He was referring to Wu Xie, Huo Xiuxiu, Xie Yuchen, and Fatty Wang, as well as Wang Cen, who was tied up.

Zhang Qiling glanced at Hei Xiazi, nodded slightly, and said nothing.

But he didn't move, maintaining a distance and posture that allowed him to strike at any moment.

Zhang Qiling, too, stood silently on the other side, his gaze fixed on the stone bed.

"Hey Blackie, are you sure you can manage on your own?"

Fatty Wang was a little worried.

This ancient man was holding that strange short staff; who knows what kind of monster he would awaken to be?

"Don't worry," Black Bear cracked his neck, making a soft clicking sound.

A glint seemed to flash in his eyes behind the sunglasses.

"How powerful could an old relic who's been lying down for who knows how many years, just woke up and is still clumsy, possibly be?"

"Besides, even if we really can't win, aren't there still the two gentlemen to back us up?"

His tone was relaxed, but his body had already slumped slightly, his center of gravity as steady as a rock.

He was like a bow being slowly drawn, poised to be released.

At this moment, the "ancient man" on the stone bed had already supported himself on the bed surface with his hands, and slowly and stiffly sat up.

He was still wearing that golden mask, so his face was not visible.

Only behind the eye holes of the masks, two dim, seemingly lifeless lights slowly lit up, scanning the crowd in the hall.

As their gazes swept across, everyone felt a chilling sensation, as if they were being watched by some ancient being.

He sat on the stone bed, seemingly still a little uncomfortable.

He looked down at his hand holding the short cane, then looked up again, making a hoarse, unintelligible sound in his throat once more.

Then, he slowly turned his neck and looked at the black bear closest to him.

Two faint lights locked onto Black Bear.

"Hmm..."

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but only uttered indistinct syllables.

Black Bear grinned, revealing his white teeth.

"Hey, you're awake? Senior, you've had quite a long sleep. How about getting up and stretching your muscles?"

The "ancient people" did not respond.

He simply stood up slowly from the white jade bed.

The movements remained stiff.

But once he stood up straight, everyone noticed that he was quite tall, even taller than Hei Xiazi by half a head.

He was unusually thin, and the large, ancient clothes he wore made him look somewhat empty.

He gripped the "Source Heart Staff" tightly in his right hand.

As he awoke, the dark gold patterns on the staff and the "All-Seeing Stone" at the top seemed to glow even more brightly.

He stood there, seemingly still adjusting.

A dark gaze slowly swept across the entire hall.

I glanced past the bone tablets on the niches, past the glowing pool.

Finally, the focus returned to Hei Xiazi, and behind him were Zhang Qiling, "Zhang Qiling," and others.

This time, his gaze lingered a little longer on Hei Xiazi, Zhang Qiling, and "Zhang Qiling," as if he were assessing something.

A moment later, he made a hoarse sound again from his throat.

Then, with great difficulty, he uttered a few indistinct syllables.

It was in some extremely ancient and obscure language, but no one present could understand it.

However, everyone understood his next move.

He slowly raised his left hand, his withered fingers pointing at Black Bear.

Then, it was ticked.

provocative.

Or rather, a challenge.

"Heh," Black Bear laughed.

Turning back to Zhang Qiling and "Zhang Qiling," he said, "See? The old senior is quite polite; he knows how to fight one-on-one."

After saying that, he turned around and faced the awakened ancient man.

He also raised his hand and beckoned with his finger.

"Come on, senior, don't be shy. You've been sleeping for too long, it's time to loosen up your muscles."

The "ancient people" seemed to understand, or rather, comprehend, Hei Xiazi's gestures.

The two eerie lights beneath his mask seemed to flicker for a moment.

The next moment, he moved.

Without warning, without any build-up of power.

The tall yet gaunt figure vanished from the stone bed like a ghost.

When it reappeared, it was already in front of Black Bear!

It moved so fast that it left only a faint afterimage in place!

His right hand held the "Source Heart Staff," which had a dark golden trail, like a venomous snake emerging from its hole.

Silent and stealthy, yet swift and ruthless, it pierced straight into the heart of the bear!

Before the staff even arrived, a chilling, deathly aura, yet carrying a strange, corrosive quality, already swept over us!

"Well done!"

Black Bear shouted, but instead of retreating, he advanced!

Just as the short staff was about to strike his body, his upper body, as if boneless, bent to the side and back at an incredible angle.

He narrowly avoided the stab aimed at his chest.

At the same time, he used his right foot as a pivot and his left foot sprang up like a whip.

With a sharp whistling sound, the toes of his foot struck precisely at the wrist of the "ancient man" holding the staff!

This dodge and counterattack was quick, accurate, and ruthless.

Moreover, his posture was as casual as flowing clouds and water.

The "ancient man" flipped his wrist, pressed down with his short staff, and blocked the black bear's kick.

Black Bear seemed to have anticipated this.

The left foot, which had been kicked out, changed direction in mid-air, feinted, and then retracted.

The real killing move is the right punch that follows!

A straightforward, unadorned punch landed squarely on the "ancient man's" wide-open chest and abdomen!

The "ancient man's" other free left hand formed a claw with its five fingers, and with a gust of bloody wind, it grabbed at Black Bear's fist with lightning speed.

They were actually planning a head-on confrontation.

Fists and claws clashed!

"Bang!"

A dull thud, like striking tattered leather.

Black Bear swayed, took a half step back, and shook his fist.

He clicked his tongue and said, "You're quite strong, senior."

The "ancient man" took a step back, his left hand trembling slightly, but he quickly regained his balance.

The eerie light behind his mask seemed to have brightened, leading to a new assessment of Hei Xiazi's power.

In their first encounter, it was a whirlwind, and they were evenly matched.

The levitating live-streaming ball closely followed and captured every movement of the two.

The comments section was flooded with messages:

So fast!

The speed of these ancient people is outrageous!

Blackie's waist skills are amazing!

Fists and claws clashed!

I feel like Blackie didn't lose out!

The "ancient people" paused for less than a second before launching another attack.

This time, he didn't test the waters.

His figure moved like the wind, and the short staff in his hand transformed into a dark golden phantom.

Whether stabbing, sweeping, smashing, or pointing, every move was aimed at the vital points of Hei Xiazi's body.

The short staff seemed to come alive in his hand.

It is not only powerful and heavy, but also has a tricky trajectory, carrying an ancient and strange fighting style.

What's more troublesome is that as the short staff is swung, a cold and corrosive aura spreads out, seemingly able to interfere with the flow of qi and blood.

Black Bear was not afraid at all.

He moved with the agility of a fish, weaving and dodging through the dense shadows of the staff.

It seems dangerous, but I always manage to avoid it by the narrowest of margins.

His movements have no fixed routine.

Sometimes he staggers around like a drunkard.

At times, it leaps high and crouches low like a nimble monkey.

Sometimes fierce and violent.

Sometimes she can be effeminate and cunning.

Fists, feet, elbows, knees—any part of the body can instantly become a deadly weapon.

The transitions between offense and defense are incredibly smooth, often launching counterattacks from unexpected angles, forcing the "ancients" to retreat and defend.

The fight between the two was so fast it was dazzling.

A strong wind swept through, stirring up the dust that had settled on the hall floor.

Although Hei Xiazi was unarmed, he was not at a disadvantage in the face of the ancient man wielding a strange short staff. On the contrary, he became more and more excited as the fight went on.

He would occasionally make a sarcastic remark.

"Senior, that's a good move, but it's a bit too slow."

"Wow, you've gotten stronger again? Sleeping for a long time can even increase your strength?"

"That staff technique is interesting. Who taught you it?"

His tone was relaxed, but his blows became increasingly heavy and faster.

The hall echoed with the muffled thuds of fists and short canes colliding, and the rustling of clothes being torn by the wind.

Wu Xie and the others were deeply moved.

I was both worried for Hei Xiazi and amazed by his superb skills.

Xie Yuchen, A Ning, and Jiang Xun Gu vigilantly observed their surroundings to prevent any further changes.

Zhang Qiling and "Zhang Qiling" remained standing in place, their eyes fixed on the battle.

But he seemed relaxed and had a lot of confidence in the bear.

Wang Cen watched from the corner, his eyes practically popping out of their sockets.

He both hoped that the ancients would win and reclaim the short staff, and he was also vaguely afraid that the ancients would kill him as well if they won. His feelings were extremely complicated.

After a prolonged and unsuccessful attack, the "ancient people" seemed to be getting a little impatient.

Or rather, his body and strength had not fully recovered since he had only recently awakened.

He suddenly let out a low, inhuman roar.

The Myriad Stone at the top of the "Source Heart Staff" in his hand suddenly shone brightly!

The seven-colored halo swirled violently.

A chilling aura, several times stronger than before, erupted.

Accompanied by a series of low, eerie buzzing sounds, like countless tiny insects chirping in your ears, drilling straight into your brain!

Psychological attack!

Black Bear was the first to be hit, and his movements visibly faltered.

His brows furrowed, and a hint of pain flashed across his face.

The ancients seized this fleeting opportunity.

The short staff burst forth with a dazzling dark golden light, carrying an unstoppable momentum, abandoning all variations, and thrusting straight at the Black Bear's throat!

This strike was swift as lightning, ruthless and decisive.

Hei Xiazi must be nailed to the spot!

"Be careful!"

Wu Xie couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

Just as the short staff was about to pierce the black bear's throat—

The trace of pain on Hei Xiazi's face vanished instantly.

Instead, a cold, triumphant smile appeared on his face.

He wasn't completely affected by that mental attack at all!

That pause just now was fake!

Faced with this fatal stab, Hei Xiazi neither dodged nor avoided it, but merely tilted his head slightly.

The short cane grazed the skin of his neck, leaving a thin trail of blood.

His long-awaited right fist, like a cannonball, struck the unsuspecting "ancient man" squarely in the chest and abdomen the instant the short staff missed its target!

"Bang!!!"

A muffled thud, several times louder than before.

The "ancient man" shuddered violently, his forward momentum coming to an abrupt halt.

He was thrown backward as if he had been hit by a speeding truck!

"Click..."

It sounded like bones were breaking.

The "ancient man" crashed heavily into the rock wall behind him, bounced back, and fell to the ground.

The "Source Heart Staff" in his hand flew out and landed with a clatter not far away.

He struggled to get up.

However, there was a dent in his chest, indicating that the injury was quite serious.

It could only emit hoarse, painful hissing sounds, and the eerie light behind the mask dimmed considerably.

Hei Xiazi shook his slightly numb fist.

He walked over to the "Source Heart Staff" that had fallen to the ground, but did not pick it up immediately.

Instead, he gently kicked it with his toe to make sure there were no other mechanisms before bending down to pick it up.

The short staff felt cold to the touch.

The dark gold patterns on the staff and the light from the "All Things Stone" at the top quickly faded.

It returned to its previous slow, flowing state, only the light seemed slightly weaker than before.

Black Bear weighed his short staff in his hand and walked toward the ancient man lying on the ground.

He knelt down in front of him and gently lifted the golden mask off his face with his short cane.

Beneath the mask was a withered, pale face covered with eerie black lines.

His eyes were sunken, and his pupils were a lifeless grayish-white.

At this moment, those eyes were fixed intently on the bear.

It was filled with resentment, bitterness, and a hint of disbelief.

"Senior, you flatter me."

Black Bear grinned, revealing his white teeth.

"Sleeping too long has rusted your joints, this won't do. This thing," he said, waving the short cane in his hand, "I'll keep it for you for now, you don't mind, do you?"

The "ancient man" made a hoarse sound in his throat, as if he wanted to say something.

But in the end, the light in his eyes completely dimmed, his head tilted to the side, and he fell silent.

His chest stopped rising and falling.

This time, he's really dead.

The camera on the floating live-streaming ball focused on that eerie face and the short staff in Hei Xiazi's hand, its light subdued.

The comments section was silent for a moment, then exploded with activity:

Won!

Blackie is awesome!

That was an act!

What a talented actor!

I've got the short staff!

Ancient people's faces are terrifying!

Is that all?

Hei Xiazi stood up, picked up his short staff, and walked back to Zhang Qiling and the others.

He casually handed the short staff to Zhang Qiling.

"Hey, mute, this thing's a bit eerie. Take a look."

Zhang Qiling took the short staff, which felt slightly heavy in his hand, and examined it carefully.

Zhang Qiling also leaned closer to take a look.

Wu Xie and the others breathed a sigh of relief and gathered around.

Fatty Wang gave a thumbs up.

"Hey Blackie, you're amazing! You scared me to death just now, I thought you'd been hit by something!"

Hei Xiazi chuckled.

"A simple trick. That old fogey just woke up; his mind isn't clear yet. We'll just try to trick him."

Xie Yuchen looked at the ancient corpse on the ground, and then at the short staff in Zhang Qiling's hand.

He asked, "Now that we have this, what should we do...?"

Before he could finish speaking, the "Origin Heart Staff" in Zhang Qiling's hand, with its "Myriad Manifestations Stone" at the top, suddenly lit up again without warning.

This time, the light was no longer gentle and flowing.

Instead, it flickered violently and unstablely!

The seven-colored halo spun wildly, as if something inside was about to burst out!

At the same time, the entire hall, including the glowing beads embedded in the stalactites, the bone plates in the niches that still showed faint energy reactions, and even the glowing pool, all began to flicker and vibrate in sync!

A chaotic, violent, and corrosive energy wave began to permeate and converge in the hall!