Tomb raiding live stream: Starting as the mute Zhang

The light was blocked behind the shattered stone door.

The beam of the flashlight became the only light source in the passageway.

The beam of light pierced the thick darkness, illuminating a small area ahead.

The air was frozen.

It smelled strongly of dust and the musty odor of rocks.

There was also a faint, indescribable sweet and fishy taste.

Smelling it for too long makes one feel stuffy in the chest.

Underfoot were bluestone slabs covered with a thick layer of dust.

It feels soft and squishy underfoot, and you can barely hear your footsteps.

The rock walls on both sides have been repaired and have smooth surfaces.

But it was covered with mottled marks.

These are marks left by water vapor erosion and the passage of time.

Zhang Qiling and "Zhang Qiling" walked at the front.

The two were a few steps apart.

The beam of the flashlight steadily swept across the front and both sides.

Their footsteps were light, almost silent.

It's like blending into this darkness.

Wu Xie followed behind them.

I strained my eyes, trying to see into the depths of the passageway.

The flashlight beam shone by.

You can see that the passageway slopes downwards.

The slope is gentle.

But it extends into the darkness where the light cannot reach.

It seemed to have no end.

This unknown depth brings a silent pressure.

"This place...is really deep."

Wang Pangzi lowered his voice and broke the silence.

His voice echoed in the corridor, sounding somewhat hollow.

"Speak less, save your energy."

Xie Yuchen said in a low voice.

His eyes scanned the surroundings warily.

He also held a powerful flashlight in his hand, the beam of which was steady.

Huo Xiuxiu stood close to A Ning.

Ah Ning held a flashlight in one hand.

His other hand rested lightly on the short blade at his waist.

Jiang Xun Gu was still responsible for bringing up the rear.

He slightly raised the muzzle of his gun, keeping a watchful eye on what was behind him and above him.

Pan Zi, Lao Gen, and A Mu walked behind Wu Xie and the others.

The three veterans also appeared exceptionally cautious.

The flashlight beam occasionally shone overhead and onto the corner of the wall.

At the very back were the Wang and Luo families.

They huddled together, moving slowly and deliberately.

The flashlight beam was flailing wildly, clearly indicating his unease.

They dared not stray too far from Wu Xie and the others.

But they dared not get too close.

They dared not walk at the front as a trailblazer.

We can only watch from afar.

Like a group of startled tails.

The passageway is very long.

It seems to be extending downwards.

Aside from footsteps and breathing sounds.

There was only a faint, whistling sound of wind blowing in from who-knows-where.

Wu Xie's gaze was gradually drawn to the walls on both sides.

As the flashlight beam swept across the wall, something could be vaguely seen.

It's a mural.

Although it was covered with a thick layer of dust and cobwebs.

The colors have faded so much that they are almost invisible.

But the general outline and lines are still there.

The murals were carved directly onto the stone wall and then painted.

The style is rugged.

It could even be described as... ferocious.

Wu Xie stopped in his tracks.

Wipe away a patch of dust with your hand.

The content of the mural is revealed.

The first image appears to depict a construction scene.

Many tiny, distorted human figures.

They carried huge stones and headed towards a mountain.

The foreman-like figure was holding a leather whip.

The scene was filled with oppression and pain.

The second image depicts a sacrificial ceremony.

A person dressed in strange clothes and wearing a tall crown (presumably the tomb owner) stands on a high platform.

Countless people were kneeling below.

In front of the platform, there are people who are tied up.

He is being executed in a cruel manner.

The third image is of a massacre.

He was still the same man in the tall hat.

Riding on some kind of strange beast that resembles a horse but is not quite a horse, holding a long halberd.

Behind them was a charging army.

Ahead lay fleeing and collapsed civilians.

The scene was bloody and chaotic.

The fourth image shows a mountain of bones.

The remains were thrown into a huge pit.

A tall-crowned man stood beside the pit.

It seemed as if they were watching, or perhaps presiding over some kind of ceremony.

The further you look at the murals, the more disturbing their content becomes.

Skinning, removing bones, burying alive...

Various inhumane scenes.

It was carved on the stone wall in a style that was both realistic and exaggerated.

Even after the passage of time.

You can still feel the overwhelming brutality and bloodshed.

"Was the person buried here... a madman?"

Fatty Wang grinned as he watched.

I subconsciously moved further away from the wall.

Huo Xiuxiu's face turned pale, and she looked away.

Ah Ning frowned, but her eyes remained calm.

Xie Yuchen's expression was solemn:

"Judging from the clothing and style, it doesn't seem to follow the path of a legitimate dynasty in the Central Plains."

"More like a local warlord who rules over some remote region."

"Or... the leader of some kind of cult."

Pan Zi spat:

"Who cares what kind of king he is?"

"Even in death, they can't rest in peace, using these grotesque drawings to scare people."

"It's not just about scaring people."

"Zhang Qiling" suddenly spoke.

The sound was very clear in the silent passageway.

He shone his flashlight on a corner of the mural.

The text depicts skeletons being thrown into a pit.

The edges of the pit are carved with some twisted symbols that look like insects or words.

Zhang Qiling also looked at the symbols, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"What kind of script is this?"

Wu Xie asked.

He felt those symbols looked somewhat familiar.

But I can't remember where I've seen it before.

"Not words."

Zhang Qiling said.

"It's a marker."

"mark?"

Zhang Qiling took over the conversation, speaking succinctly:

"Nurturing corpses, gathering yin energy."

Just four words.

But it sent a chill down everyone's spine.

Corpse raising? Yin gathering?

Connect the mountains of bones and the brutal massacres depicted in the murals...

"He built this tomb not just to bury himself."

"They're up to something else."

Black Bear smacked his lips.

It was impossible to tell whether his tone was one of感慨 (gǎnkǎi, a feeling of deep emotion) or sarcasm

"They have big ambitions, but it's unclear whether they'll succeed."

Just then.

In Wu Xie's arms was the satellite phone that had never had much signal.

There was a sudden, extremely slight tremor.

It wasn't a phone call, it was a message.

How can there be a signal in such a deep underground place?

Wu Xie was taken aback.

He immediately pulled out his satellite phone.

The screen lit up, its faint light illuminating his face.

Sure enough, there was a new message.

From that familiar, unstored number.

The message was very simple, consisting of only two sentences:

"Young Master, watch your step."

"The murals are not just paintings, they are road signs."

Don't believe what you see with your eyes.

The sender field remains blank.

Wu Xie's heart skipped a beat.

Young Master San...

Is this the name "it" used by the person who calls it that?

Or... that mysterious person who has been hiding in the shadows, providing him with clues?

He immediately looked up and down at his feet.

The dusty bluestone slabs looked normal.

He then looked at the grotesque murals on both sides.

Road sign? What does that mean?

Don't believe what you see with your eyes?

"What's wrong, Naïve?"

Fatty Wang noticed his unusual behavior.

Wu Xie showed the phone screen to Xie Yuchen and Zhang Qiling.

whisper:

"There's information."

After reading it, Xie Yuchen frowned.

Zhang Qiling glanced at the information.

My gaze returned to the murals and the stone slabs beneath my feet.

His eyes were sharper.

Zhang Qiling also saw the message.

He silently walked to the mural on one side.

Reach out.

It's not for wiping away dust.

Instead, use your fingertips to trace the edges of the twisted, insect-like, and text-like symbols on the mural.

It glides gently across the surface.

His movements were slow and meticulous.

Sudden.

His fingertip was at the center of a symbol.

I pressed it down gently.

"Click".

A very faint, almost inaudible mechanical click.

It came from behind the mural.

Followed by.

At everyone's feet.

A single piece of bluestone, about two meters long and one meter wide.

It sank downwards without warning.

Then it silently slid to the side.

A dark hole was revealed below!

The edges of the opening are neat.

Stone steps lead downwards, disappearing into an unfathomable depth.

A colder, more stale smell emanated from the cave.

It also had a faint, familiar sweet and fishy smell.

Everyone immediately retreated.

All the flashlight beams were aimed at the suddenly appearing hole.

"Holy shit!"

Fatty Wang cursed.

"There really is a trap!"

Panzi immediately raised his gun and aimed it at the bottom of the hole.

A Ning and Jiang Xun Gu also instantly went on high alert.

The Wang and Luo families following behind were also startled.

They hurriedly stopped in their tracks.

The flashlight beam swung wildly.

I don't know what happened ahead.

Zhang Qiling and "Zhang Qiling" arrived at the edge of the cave entrance almost simultaneously.

Looking down.

The beam of the flashlight shone down.

You can see that the stone steps are steep.

It extends downwards for more than ten meters before turning to one side.

It's not clear.

"The information is correct."

Xie Yuchen looked at Wu Xie with a complicated expression.

"The murals are indeed both road signs and mechanisms."

"Don't believe what you see..."

"It means that the real path may be hidden beneath the illusion."

Wu Xie stared at the dark cave entrance.

Then I checked the messages on my phone.

That mysterious person once again provided a crucial hint at a critical moment.

Who exactly is he? Is he friend or foe?

Should we go down?

Pan Zi asked.

He looked at Xie Yuchen, then at Zhang Qiling.

Zhang Qiling did not answer immediately.

He listened intently for a moment.

He squatted down again.

Pick up a bit of dust from the edge of the hole.

I twirled it between my fingertips.

Then I held it to my nose and smelled it.

"Zhang Qiling" also made a similar move.

Then he looked at Zhang Qiling.

The two looked at each other and nodded.

"Down."

Zhang Qiling stood up and said only one word.

Zhang Qiling added:

"Main road".

meaning is.

This is the main passage leading to the tomb.

The passageway they had just walked through was covered with murals.

It may just be a misleading outer passage.

Or... is it a "display gallery" for the ritual?

There was no time to hesitate.

Since both "professionals" have decided that this is the right thing to do.

That's probably the most likely correct path at present.

"I'll get off first."

As Pan Zi spoke, he began to walk downstairs.

"Together."

Zhang Qiling stopped him.

Then he took the lead and stepped onto the downward stone steps.

"Zhang Qiling" followed closely behind.

The two walked one in front of the other.

They disappeared into the darkness below the cave entrance.

The flashlight beam swayed.

It illuminated a small section of steps below them.

Wu Xie gritted his teeth and followed him down.

Xie Yuchen, Huo Xiuxiu, Wang Pangzi, and others followed in turn.

A Ning and Jiang Xun Gu covered the rear.

Panzi, Laogen, and Amu quickly followed.

Last.

Wang Luan, Luo Sangu, and the others stared at the suddenly appearing cave entrance.

And the crowd that followed in turn.

His expression changed.

Going down there might be even more dangerous.

Staying in this eerie mural corridor without going down would also give me the creeps.

Wu Xie and his group were about to disappear below the cave entrance.

Aunt Luo gritted her teeth:

"Keep up!"

He led his men into the cave entrance.

Wang Luan was supported by his subordinates, his face grim.

They had no choice but to follow.

Everyone entered the downward passage.

The suspended live-streaming ball followed silently.

The camera captured this sudden turn and the deep entrance.

The comments section was already flooded with messages:

Holy crap! There really is a secret door!

The mural is a mechanism!

Third Master has received another message!

Who exactly is this mysterious person?

The owner of this tomb is a monster!

Raising corpses to gather yin energy? Terrifying!

It seems very deep down there.

Follow the guy, you won't go wrong!

The Wang family followed suit again, like a dog skin plaster.

Aunt Luo was also scared.

The downward stone steps are very steep.

Slippery and covered with moss.

The air was colder and more damp.

The sweet, fishy smell seemed to have intensified slightly.

The flashlight beam can only illuminate a few meters ahead.

Below that lies a darkness that devours everything.

Footsteps echoed in the narrow space.

It appears exceptionally clear.

No one knows.

This passageway, marked by murals, appeared suddenly.

Where will it lead?

Is it a tomb?

Or is it another, even more terrifying trap?