Tomb raiding live stream: Starting as the mute Zhang

"Look at the jar."

Wu Xie stared at the three words on his phone screen, his heart skipped a beat.

It's that mysterious person again.

He subconsciously looked up.

His gaze swept over his companions.

Xie Yuchen, Huo Xiuxiu, A Ning, Jiang Xungu, and even Hei Xiazi, who had just returned, were all warily observing their surroundings.

Especially the corpse of that giant python that was no longer moving.

Pan Zi was right beside him.

He was holding a gun, the muzzle pointed at the giant python's corpse, just in case it wasn't completely dead yet.

His face carried his usual caution and ruthlessness.

Pan Zi was right beside him.

It's clearly impossible that he sent the message.

Who could it be?

Who is this person who has been hiding in the shadows, seemingly aware of their every move, yet providing crucial hints at critical moments?

Friend or foe?

What is the purpose?

Countless questions churned in Wu Xie's mind.

But he knew now was not the time to delve into it.

He put away his phone, took a deep breath, and refocused his attention on what was in front of him.

The giant python's carcass lay across the way.

The strong, sweet, rotten smell emanated from it and from the pit of bones further ahead.

"Look at the jar."

Wu Xie repeated the message in a low voice.

He looked at Xie Yuchen and Zhang Qiling.

Xie Yuchen frowned slightly.

He also looked at the broken pottery jars scattered around the Black Stone Platform.

The jars are of different sizes.

Most of them were severely broken, leaving only some larger fragments.

Some are half-buried in dust and broken bones.

Some were leaning to one side.

The jar is a dark terracotta color with no patterns.

It looks rough and ordinary.

Zhang Qiling and "Zhang Qiling" took steps almost simultaneously.

They walked towards the pit of bones.

The two walked with steady steps.

His sharp gaze swept over the giant python's corpse and the surrounding environment.

Only after confirming that there were no other lurking dangers did they approach the edge of the pit.

The others followed cautiously.

The flashlight beam was concentrated and shone over there.

The pit appears deeper than it does from a distance.

Inside, there were layers upon layers of white bones piled up.

There are human ones and animal ones.

Most of them had turned yellow or black and were mixed together, making it almost impossible to distinguish them.

That kind of tragic scene.

It silently tells the story of the horrific massacre that took place here back then.

The Black Stone Platform is located in the center of the bone pile.

It rises about half a meter above the pile of bones.

It is an irregular rectangle.

The surface is polished to a relatively smooth finish.

There are faint engravings on the stage.

But it was covered with a thick layer of dust and grime, making it difficult to see clearly.

And those broken pottery jars.

They were scattered around the stone platform.

Some are right next to the stone platform.

Some rolled to the edge of the pile of bones.

Zhang Qiling squatted down.

Pick up a large shard of pottery.

I brought it close to my nose and smelled it.

His brows furrowed slightly.

"Blood, stench, and other things."

He said briefly.

He handed the fragment to Zhang Qiling, who was standing next to him.

Zhang Qiling took it.

I smelled it too.

He ran his fingertip along the inside of the fragment.

It got a little dark red, hardened stain.

He twirled it.

I held it up in front of me and examined it carefully.

He looked up again at the stone platform and the surrounding fragments of more jars.

"It's not blood."

"Zhang Qiling" added.

Pointing to some deeper, almost black marks inside the fragment.

"It's a mixture. Blood, medicine, and other things."

"medicine?"

Wu Xie also moved closer.

I endured the nauseating, complex smell and examined the stains closely.

Blood mixed with drugs?

What is it used for?

"For use in sacrificial rites."

Xie Yuchen's voice rang out.

He shone his flashlight on the surface of the stone platform.

With his other hand, he brushed away some of the dust.

The clear engravings underneath are exposed.

It was a distorted, eerie pattern.

They resembled some kind of deformed insect or snake, intertwined together.

In the center is an abstract human figure supported by many arms.

"There are similar ones on the murals."

Huo Xiuxiu pointed to a mural on the rock wall not far away.

The mural depicts a person in a high crown standing on a high platform.

Many people below knelt down.

Someone is holding a similar pottery jar.

Pour the liquid from the tank into the ditch in front of the platform.

The liquid is dark red.

It was bubbling with eerie bubbles.

"Using a living person, bleeding them, mixing them with medicine... to perform some kind of ritual."

Xie Yuchen's face was grim.

"These jars were containers for the blood and medicine used as 'sacrificial offerings.' The ritual may have taken place on this stone platform."

This reminds me of the previous message that "the offering is still alive".

Then look at the mountain of bones and the broken pottery jars.

A deeper shadow fell over everyone's hearts.

Those who were bled out.

They were brought to this dark and sunless underground while they were still alive.

The blood was mixed with drugs and put into a jar.

then……

"What exactly did the owner of this tomb want to do?"

Fatty Wang spat.

I moved away from those shards of jar.

"Immortality, or some other delusion."

Black Bear nudged another piece of debris with his foot.

His tone carried his usual sarcasm.

"I've seen plenty of these lunatics. The more outrageous their methods, the faster they die, and in the end, they all benefit the insects underground."

Zhang Qiling did not participate in the discussion.

He walked around the stone platform.

His gaze swept carefully over each of the larger fragments of the pottery jar.

And every inch of ground around the stone platform.

At last.

He stopped on the side of the stone platform facing away from the way he came.

There.

One of the jars is relatively intact.

It's just missing a hole.

He leaned against several ribs.

There seems to be something in the jar.

It was dark and I couldn't see very clearly.

Zhang Qiling reached out his hand.

I didn't touch the jar directly.

Instead, he carefully shone a flashlight inside the jar.

The inside of the jar was also covered with layers of dark red and black stains.

But there seems to be the outline of something inside.

Like... rolled-up leather or fabric.

Zhang Qiling also came over.

He squatted down next to Zhang Qiling.

They also shone a flashlight inside the jar.

There's something there.

Zhang Qiling said.

"Let's take it out and see it?"

Wu Xie asked.

I felt a little uneasy.

This is a jar that once contained a bloody mixture and has been buried for who knows how many years.

What kind of good stuff could be inside?

Zhang Qiling nodded.

He gestured for Wu Xie to step back a little.

Then he reached out his hand.

It did not probe directly into the jar.

Instead, he used two fingers to insert them with extreme stability and precision, reaching inside from the edge of the broken jar.

It caught a corner of the rolled-up thing inside.

He slowly pulled it out.

The movements were very light and slow.

Try to avoid stirring up dust and breaking the can.

The item was pulled out.

It was spread out in Zhang Qiling's hands.

That was a piece of... leather.

The color is dull.

It looks like it has undergone special tanning.

But you can still see the original texture.

It looks like some kind of animal hide.

But it also has a slightly unnatural texture.

The piece of leather is not large, slightly larger than the palm of your hand.

Irregular edges.

It looks like it was torn off something.

One side of the leather.

He was painting something with dark red, almost black paint.

It's not text.

It's more like a simplified map.

Or... a route map.

The lines are crooked and twisted.

The outlines of mountains, rivers, and caves are sketched with extremely simple strokes.

In one corner of the map.

There is a point marked with a special symbol.

The symbols were the same distorted, insect-like, and writing-like markings we had seen before in the upper-level murals.

"Is it a map?"

Xie Yuchen leaned closer to take a look.

"It doesn't look like a complete map."

Zhang Qiling shook his head.

Pointing to the edge of the leather.

"A piece that was torn off."

"This is... human skin."

Ah Ning, who had been observing silently, suddenly spoke up.

His voice was calm.

But it sent a chill down everyone's spine.

"Human skin?"

Wu Xie's eyes widened.

I looked at that dark leather again.

That eerie texture...

It really does seem different from animal hide.

"It's been altered; it was drawn on."

Aning added, her tone certain.

She seems to have some knowledge of this type of material.

Using human skin to draw maps?

Is it still hidden in the sacrificial jar?

The tomb owner's madness and eeriness.

This has once again refreshed everyone's understanding.

Zhang Qiling held the map made of human skin in his hand.

Examine it carefully.

The lines above are simple.

But one can still vaguely make out that it depicts the mountainous region where they live.

The course of the Blackwater River.

There were even faint glimpses of the water cave entrance where they came down and a narrow passage.

The dot marked with that special symbol.

It is located inside a mountain in the map.

It seems to be a deeper, more central place where they are now.

"Is the marked location the main burial chamber?"

Wu Xie guessed.

"possible."

Zhang Qiling looked at the map.

"It could also be the core of the ritual."

"Go and see for yourself."

Hei Xiazi flexed his wrists.

Look behind the pit of bones.

The cavern was not over there.

Instead, it extends into deeper darkness.

The outline of another passage can be vaguely seen.

The floating live-streaming ball provides a close-up view of the human skin map.

He then swept over the piles of bones and broken pottery jars.

The comments scrolled rapidly:

A map made of human skin?!

Holy crap! That's terrifying!

The owner of this tomb was definitely a pervert!

They used living people for sacrifice, and even skinned them to draw pictures!

Where does the map point?

The main burial chamber?

It feels even more dangerous now.

The guys looked very serious.

Wu Xie's face turned pale.

The fat guy is cursing again.

The Wang and Luo families then huddled together.

Just then.

They followed behind, hiding in the distance, not daring to approach the White Bone Pit.

Suddenly, a short, startled cry rang out.

This was followed by chaotic footsteps and shouts.

"What's wrong?"

Pan Zi immediately turned around.

The gun barrel was turned around.

We saw the Wang family's side.

One of the men was deathly pale.

He pointed to the foot of a rock wall next to them.

A trembling voice:

"Something's moving!"

The flashlight beam immediately focused on it.

There were piles of rubble and soil that had crumbled from the rock face.

There are also a few smaller pieces of broken pottery, which are suspected to be remnants from the sacrificial ceremony.

In the gaps between the gravel and the soil.

Something seemed to be slowly wriggling.

It caused the small pebbles on the surface to roll slightly.

That thing isn't big.

Its color is dark and almost blends into its surroundings.

It's hard to notice unless you look closely.

"Is it a snake?"

Someone asked nervously.

We just took down a giant python; let's hope a bunch of smaller ones don't come along.

Zhang Qiling and "Zhang Qiling" have already moved on.

The others followed carefully, keeping their distance.

The thing seemed to be startled by the light.

The peristalsis became more pronounced.

More of it was visible through the gaps in the rubble.

It's not a snake.

It looked like a piece of... dark red, wet, like an old, stale entrails.

It also resembles a giant earthworm with its skin peeled off.

The surface is covered with mucus.

It reflects an unpleasant sheen under light.

It has no obvious beginning or end.

It was just slowly and unconsciously wriggling.

They were twisted into a ball.

"What...what the hell is this thing?"

Fatty Wang frowned in disgust.

"It came out of the jar."

"Zhang Qiling" suddenly spoke.

He shone his flashlight on the inside bottom of a broken pottery jar not far away.

It was also stained with dark red and black stains.

But at the bottom edge of the can.

There was a small patch of fresh, translucent mucus.

It extended all the way down to the body of that writhing monster.

"Is the 'thing' in the jar still alive?"

Xie Yuchen's expression changed.

I remembered that message.

It seemed to be to confirm his words.

The dark red, visceral-like monster suddenly accelerated its wriggling.

Simultaneously.

From one end of its body, whose head and tail are indistinguishable.

Suddenly, a crack appeared.

It revealed a dense, pale white structure inside, resembling both teeth and bone spurs!

"hiss--"

A faint, yet chilling hiss.

It came from that crack.

Followed by.

The monster seemed to have caught the scent of living beings.

The direction of its wriggling suddenly shifted to the nearest dog, the one that had just exclaimed in surprise!

Incredibly fast!

Like a fleshy whip that shoots out!

"Be careful!"

Pan Zi shouted.

However, the distance is too great for them to reach.

That guy was terrified.

They wanted to back away.

But his foot tripped over a pebble.

He fell backward.

Just as the dark red fleshy whip was about to wrap around his ankle.

A dark light flashed by!

It's "Zhang Qiling"!

He had drawn the Black Gold Ancient Sword without anyone noticing.

But it was not fully drawn.

Only half a foot of the blade was drawn from its sheath.

He slapped the incoming flesh whip with perfect precision!

"Snapped!"

A muffled thud.

It's like patting on thick, water-soaked leather.

The flesh whip was slapped to one side.

It crashed into the rock wall.

A few drops of dark yellow viscous liquid splashed out.

It seemed to be in pain.

It let out an even sharper screech.

It quickly retreated into the gap between the rubble.

Disappear.

Zhang Qiling sheathed his sword.

The movements were fluid.

It was as if he had simply shooed away a fly.

He glanced at the still-shaken Wang fellow.

He didn't say anything.

Their gaze returned to the pile of rubble.

Sharp eyes.

"Th-thank you..."

That guy slumped to the ground.

He was panting heavily.

Her face was as white as paper.

Wang Luan's face turned ashen.

Looking at Zhang Qiling's back.

His eyes were complicated.

Luo Sangu and her men instinctively took a few steps back.

Stay further away from the rubble and the shards of jars that might still harbor monsters.

"What exactly is that thing?"

Huo Xiuxiu's voice trembled.

"Raised in a jar."

"Zhang Qiling" is a concise and meaningful name.

He looked at Zhang Qiling.

Zhang Qiling nodded.

His gaze swept over the puddle of fresh slime on the ground.

Then he looked into the depths of the bone pit.

That deeper darkness.

"It's nurtured with blood, medicine, and other things."

He paused.

Two words were added:

"Living Gu".

A living Gu?

This word sent a chill down everyone's spine.

The word "Gu" itself represents mystery, eeriness, and danger.

The drugs were mixed with fresh human blood.

In this dark, sunless tomb.

"Living Gu" raised in jars...

What could it be?

Moreover, the one that escaped just now was only one of them.

Among those broken pottery jars scattered everywhere.

How many of these are there?

"This place is not safe to stay for long."

Xie Yuchen made a decisive decision.

"Follow the map and get out of here as soon as possible."

Zhang Qiling carefully put away the map made of human skin.

He exchanged a glance with "Zhang Qiling".

The two walked in tacit agreement toward the passage behind the bone pit that led to a deeper area.

The beam of the flashlight pierced the darkness.

The outline of the passageway was captured in the photograph.

It was a downward-sloping passageway with more obvious signs of artificial excavation.

It's narrower than before.

There are also murals on the rock walls.

But the style is more abstract and bizarre.

It was covered with distorted, indescribable symbols and patterns.

On the ground at the entrance of the passage.

Scattered among them were several fresh, dark yellow traces of slime.

It extends deep into the passageway.

The escaped "living Gu".

They crawled into this tunnel.