Tomb raiding live stream: Starting as the mute Zhang

The stone steps extend downwards.

It's like a path leading to the Earth's core.

The air was damp, cold, and sticky.

The smell that filled my lungs was a strange mix of rust and rotten, sweet, and fishy odor.

The steps underfoot were incredibly slippery.

It was covered with dark green, slippery moss.

It feels soft and squishy when you step on it.

It also has an unsettling, animal-intestinal-like feel.

The flashlight beam swayed in the narrow, steep passage.

The beam of light cut through the thick darkness.

It can only illuminate a few steps ahead.

Below that, there was only bottomless darkness.

It resembles a giant maw, waiting to devour everything.

"Holy shit... what the hell is this place...?"

"It's so slippery, like it's been oiled..."

Fatty Wang was panting heavily.

He clung tightly to the wet, uneven rock wall beside him with both hands.

His legs were trembling.

He weighs a lot.

On these slippery and steep steps.

Every step felt like dancing on a knife's edge.

I was afraid that I would fall down if I wasn't careful.

Wu Xie wasn't much better off.

He's a bit more agile than the fat guy.

But the journey was fraught with anxiety.

The steps were too narrow, allowing only one person to pass sideways.

The rock face was damp and cold, offering little leverage.

He practically tiptoed down.

Arm muscles become sore due to prolonged tension.

Huo Xiuxiu's face turned deathly pale.

One of her hands was being held tightly by A Ning.

His other hand was also gripping the rock face.

They walked very carefully.

I didn't dare to breathe.

Although Xie Yuchen's steps were relatively steady.

But sweat was also visible on his forehead.

It's obviously not an easy task either.

Panzi, Laogen, and Amu are three veterans.

It's a little better now that I'm used to walking on mountain roads.

But he proceeded cautiously, his expression grave.

Hei Xiazi and Jiang Xun Gu were agile.

They appeared quite composed in this environment.

But it can't go very fast either.

The worst off were the Wang and Luo families who followed behind.

They had been scrambling and crawling all the way away.

They then climbed the slippery rock face.

It was extremely physically demanding.

Now I'm walking on these dreadful stone steps.

It was even more unbearable.

Wang Luan was half-carried and half-dragged by one of his subordinates.

It hurt so much I was gasping for breath.

He was hurling insults and profanities at people.

Luo Sangu and her men were no better off.

One step and you slip.

Embarrassed.

"When...when will this ever end...?"

One of Luo's employees had a mournful face and a trembling voice.

He slipped again.

I almost fell over.

Fortunately, someone nearby reacted quickly and pulled him back.

But the flashlight slipped from my hand and flew away.

It tumbled down the steps with a "clatter".

The beam of light flickered wildly in the darkness.

Finally, it hit the corner and went out.

Now, it's even darker on their side.

A suppressed gasp and curses immediately erupted.

There were only two people.

On these slippery, steep, and daunting stone steps.

As if walking on flat ground.

Zhang Qiling walked at the very front.

The pace was steady.

The speed was not fast, but every step was taken very steadily.

It felt as if the ground wasn't covered in slippery moss.

Instead, it's a smooth, level road.

He almost never uses his hands to support himself against the rock face.

He leaned slightly forward, maintaining excellent control of his center of gravity.

The flashlight beam steadily swept across the area below and to both sides.

Be alert to any possible anomalies.

Zhang Qiling followed a few steps behind him.

Equally easy.

He even stopped once.

My toes spun lightly on the slippery steps.

He swayed slightly but regained his balance.

He didn't even lose his breath.

His gaze lingered more on the rock face above and to the sides.

There are traces of human excavation there.

There are also some blurry engravings, different from those on the upper murals.

The two walked one in front of the other.

Like two steady black silhouettes.

Silently cutting through the darkness.

This contrasts sharply with the struggling postures of the people behind him.

They moved down for about ten more minutes.

The slope of the stone steps did not decrease at all.

It actually seems steeper.

The sweet, fishy smell was even stronger.

There was also a faint, indescribable stench mixed in.

"I can't take it anymore... I, Fatty, can't..."

"My calf is cramping..."

Fatty Wang was practically hanging on the cliff face.

He was panting heavily, like a bellows.

Large beads of sweat streamed down his chubby face.

"This is fucking more tiring than climbing that 'narrow slit'..."

"I have no footing!"

Wu Xie was also exhausted.

I can feel my calves shaking.

He looked down.

The flashlight beam couldn't reach the bottom.

There was only endless darkness and seemingly endless slippery steps.

Looking back at Huo Xiuxiu, whose face was deathly pale, and Xie Yuchen, who was gritting his teeth and persevering, she realized that the two were still very close.

A wave of irritation washed over me.

Keep moving at this pace.

Before you even reach the bottom, you'll be exhausted.

Just then.

Zhang Qiling, who was walking ahead, suddenly stopped.

He listened intently.

Then he shone the flashlight on a certain spot below.

Then turn around.

His gaze swept over Wu Xie and Fatty Wang, who were panting heavily.

He then glanced at the equally disheveled crowd behind him.

"Too slow."

He spoke.

The sound was clear in the confined space.

"Zhang Qiling" also stopped.

He looked down following Zhang Qiling's gaze.

He nodded.

Concise and to the point:

"I am Fatty."

Zhang Qiling:

"Wu Xie".

The two didn't even discuss it.

The division of labor was completed in an instant.

Before he could finish speaking...

The two moved almost simultaneously.

There was no running start, no power build-up.

Right here on these slippery, steep stone steps, barely wide enough for one person to squeeze through sideways.

The two figures swayed.

It was as if it had lost its weight.

It floated up lightly—

It's not about running upwards.

Instead, it's done in a way that goes against the center of gravity.

My toes lightly tapped the slippery rock face several times.

His height increased.

In an instant, they arrived above the stone steps next to Wu Xie and Fatty Wang.

Wu Xie felt a blur before his eyes.

A faint, cool scent approached.

Immediately afterwards, my waist tightened.

A steady, strong arm had already wrapped around his waist.

It's Zhang Qiling.

His movements were so fast that Wu Xie didn't even have time to react.

I just felt a lightness in my body.

The whole person was pulled away from the slippery stone steps.

It "floated" downwards as if riding on clouds!

The wind was whistling in my ears.

Beneath my feet were dizzyingly fast-moving steps and darkness.

Zhang Qiling held the flashlight steadily in his other hand.

The light swept quickly below.

Searching for a suitable landing spot.

His figure leaped across the almost vertical, steep stone steps.

Each step was precisely placed on the edge of the step or a protrusion on the rock wall.

Light as a swallow.

As stable as a rock.

It was as if this slippery, steep slope was utterly hopeless.

For him, it was just a slightly rugged flat area.

the other side.

Fatty Wang only managed to utter a short "Ouch!"

Then "Zhang Qiling" did the same thing.

He was lifted up by the waist.

Unlike Zhang Qiling's simplicity.

Zhang Qiling's movements seem to be more "domineering".

Use your arm to generate force.

They directly carried the fat man's massive body away from the steps.

It hurtles downwards at a faster but still steady speed!

The fat man was so frightened that he closed his eyes tightly.

All I could feel was the wind howling in my ears.

My heart was pounding in my throat.

Two dark figures.

They were carrying two people.

Like two large birds in the darkness.

Along the steep, slippery, seemingly endless stone steps.

Quickly downwards.

The crowd behind him.

Whether it's Xie Yuchen or Huo Xiuxiu.

It's still Panzi and Heixiazi.

Or perhaps it refers to the Wang and Luo families who later suffered a miserable fate.

They were all dumbfounded.

Forget about the slippery ground and the fatigue.

Huo Xiuxiu's small mouth was slightly open.

A hint of amazement flashed in Ah Ning's eyes.

Xie Yuchen took a breath, suppressing the shock in his heart.

Hei Xiazi let out a "hey".

He muttered to himself, "Still so eager to show off."

Panzi, Laogen, and Amu looked on with admiration and relief.

With Xiao Ge around, Tianzhen and Fatty are safe.

Wang Luan, Luo Sangu, and others.

All that remained in his eyes was disbelief and deep apprehension.

Such skill.

This has exceeded their understanding of "human beings".

The camera on the floating live-streaming sphere closely followed the two figures as they descended.

Try your best to capture this thrilling and magical moment.

After a brief pause, the comments section was filled with messages.

Instantaneous explosion:

Holy crap! You're just carrying it and flying?

That's incredible agility!

The fat man's face turned pale!

This guy is awesome!

The other guy is amazing too!

He's so steady even while carrying a person!

It's like walking on flat ground!

Compared to those that tumbled and crawled behind...

The Wang family was stunned!

Aunt Luo's expression cracked!

This is the difference!

In just a few breaths.

Zhang Qiling and the figure of "Zhang Qiling" disappeared into the darkness below.

Only the beam of the flashlight was moving rapidly downwards.

It gets farther and farther away, and smaller and smaller.

"What are you waiting for? Get on board!"

Xie Yuchen was the first to react.

He gave a low shout.

Calm yourself down and continue moving carefully downwards.

Although I envy them.

But he knew his own limitations.

In a place like this, it's a miracle if we can even get down there safely.

I can't learn it.

Huo Xiuxiu and A Ning exchanged a glance.

They quickly followed suit.

Hei Xiazi smiled.

Its movements also became more agile.

Although they didn't "fly" down like Zhang Qiling and the others.

But the speed is significantly faster.

Jumping and leaping on the slippery steps.

Although there were occasional close calls.

Yet they always manage to escape danger and land safely.

Jiang Xun Gu, however, still adopted the safest approach.

We explored downwards step by step.

Panzi called out to Lao Gen and Amu.

This also increased the speed.

The Wang and Luo families saw this.

There was nothing we could do but bite the bullet and go for it.

Continue struggling on these nightmarish stone steps.

Downwards, downwards.

It seemed to have no end.

About five or six minutes later.

(It might be even shorter for Wu Xie and Fatty Wang, who were being carried "flying".)

(For others still struggling on the steps, it felt incredibly long.)

The darkness ahead seemed to have come to an end.

The flashlight beam shone onto the flat ground.

Zhang Qiling and "Zhang Qiling" landed almost at the same time.

The movements were light and agile.

It didn't even stir up much dust.

Wu Xie stepped onto solid ground.

My legs went weak and I almost collapsed.

Zhang Qiling calmly helped him up.

Fatty Wang simply plopped down on the ground.

He was panting heavily.

His face was pale.

Patting his chest:

"Oh my god... my poor heart..."

"I almost jumped out..."

"Thanks, buddy, and this one too...buddy."

Zhang Qiling simply nodded slightly.

His gaze had already swept across the surroundings.

This is a much wider space than the passageway above.

It resembles a natural cave.

It has also undergone manual repairs.

The ground is rough rock.

It's fairly flat.

The air remained cold and damp.

The sweet, fishy, ​​and putrid smell became even more pronounced.

The source seems to be deep in the darkness ahead.

The flashlight beam shone in all directions.

You can see that the rock face no longer shows simple chisel marks.

Instead, more murals and carvings appeared.

These murals are more detailed than the ones mentioned above.

It is also more...bloody and bizarre.

The description still focuses on the "achievements" of the tomb owner with the tall crown.

But it's more detailed.

And it became even crazier.

There are scenes of living people being thrown into huge alchemical furnaces for refining.

There are scenes of people peeling off human skin to make drumheads.

There are patterns of eerie altars constructed from human bones...

Each painting is filled with brutality, cruelty, and a fanatical religious undertone.

It looks like the scalp is numb.

My stomach is churning.

"How many people did the owner of this tomb kill?"

Wu Xie was terrified.

"It's not just about killing people."

"Zhang Qiling" shines a flashlight on a corner of the mural.

There.

The man with the tall crown stood on a high platform made of piles of white bones.

Looking up at the sky.

Raise both hands high.

It appears that some kind of ritual is being performed.

The sky was painted a dark red.

Twisted, inhuman, and beast-like shadows appeared and disappeared in the clouds.

"He is performing a ritual... for something."

Zhang Qiling's voice was deep.

My gaze fell on the distorted shadows in the mural.

His gaze narrowed slightly.

Just then.

The satellite phone in Wu Xie's arms.

It vibrated again.

He quickly took it out.

It's still the same number.

Here's a brief message:

"Young Master, the White Bone Platform, don't come near."

"The offering is still alive."

The content of the information was chilling.

Are the sacrificial offerings still alive?

What does that mean?

How could they still be alive after hundreds or thousands of years?

Wu Xie looked up.

Look at the mural of the high platform piled high with white bones.

Then I looked ahead into an even deeper darkness.

A chill ran from the soles of my feet straight up to the top of my head.

Zhang Qiling and "Zhang Qiling" also saw the message.

The two met almost simultaneously.

Turn your gaze toward the darkness ahead.

There.

A faint breeze was blowing.

It has a stronger sweet and fishy taste.

And a faint... subtle, sticky sound, as if something was wriggling.