Tomb raiding live stream: Starting as the mute Zhang

I rested for about three hours.

The oil in the bronze lamp burned out, the last bit of light went out, and the corridor was plunged into complete darkness. The flashlight beam was also so weak that it could only illuminate a half-meter radius around the feet; the battery was almost dead.

Xie Linyuan opened his eyes.

He sat in the darkness for a while, letting his eyes adjust. The wound on his shoulder had stopped bleeding, and the pain had lessened somewhat—the regenerative power of the Qilin blood was at work. He moved his left arm; the movements were a little stiff, but still usable.

He stood up, holding the black gold ancient sword in his right hand.

"I'm leaving," he said.

The sound was very soft in the darkness, but everyone heard it.

The group packed their things and followed him deeper into the corridor.

The flashlight beam shone on the stone tablets on both sides, each engraved with a name. The names were densely packed, like countless eyes seeing someone off. The corridor was long; after walking about a hundred meters, a stone door appeared ahead.

The stone door was made of bronze, and it was thicker than any I had seen before. There were no patterns on the door, only a circular groove—exactly the same size and shape as the black stone disc.

Xie Linyuan took out the three thin pieces and two rings that he had previously assembled and pieced them together to form an incomplete disc.

One last piece is missing.

He pressed the incomplete disc into the groove.

Perfectly fitted.

But the door didn't open.

Three dots on the disc were lit with a faint light, while the fourth dot was dim.

"We need the last piece," Lin Guoce said.

Xie Linyuan looked towards the end of the corridor.

There's another fork in the road, leading to the left.

He walked toward the fork in the road.

Behind the fork in the road was a small stone chamber, about ten square meters in size. In the center of the chamber was a stone platform, on which sat a bronze box.

The box was unlocked.

Xie Linyuan opened the box.

Inside is the last piece of black stone.

The thin slice was very small, only the size of a palm, but the serrations on its edges were extremely fine. He picked up the slice, returned to the stone gate, and pieced together the last slice.

A complete disc.

All four dots lit up, emitting a soft fluorescent glow.

He pressed the disc back into the groove.

This time, a heavy grinding sound came from inside the stone gate, like countless giant wheels rolling in the darkness. The stone gate slowly opened inward, emitting a grating grinding sound.

Behind the door was a huge space.

The flashlight beam shone inside, but the beam was swallowed by the darkness, illuminating nothing but the darkness. Only a faint outline of countless stone pillars, bound with black chains, could be seen. A strange stench filled the air, like aged spices mixed with the putrid smell of corpses.

Xie Linyuan stepped inside.

The others followed.

The space was vast, at least half the size of a football field. The ground was covered with black stone slabs, intricately carved with runes. There were dozens of stone pillars, each as thick as two people could hug, their surfaces etched with twisted human figures—not sculptures, but rather traces left by people who had been absorbed into them.

At the deepest part of the space, there is a high platform.

On the high platform, there was a huge stone coffin.

The coffin lid was half open.

Light shone through the cracks in the coffin; it was a dark red light, like blood.

Xie Linyuan walked towards the high platform.

He stopped halfway there.

Something moved behind the stone coffin.

A figure rose from the darkness.

Very high.

At least 2.3 meters.

Very strong.

His shoulders were as broad as a door panel.

It emerged from the shadows and stepped into the dark red light.

Everyone could see what it looked like.

It was a corpse.

But unlike the previous green-haired zombie, this corpse's fur was red, a dark red like blood that had been soaked in and dried. The red fur was long, reaching down to its knees, and swayed with its movements.

Its face was bluish-black, its skin shriveled and clinging to its bones, its eye sockets sunken, containing no eyes but only two black holes. Its mouth was gaping open, revealing interlocking fangs, which were black and dripped a viscous black liquid from their tips.

Its fingers are very long, with nails that are curved like hooks, each 15 centimeters long, and jet black and shiny.

What's most remarkable is its chest—where a bronze dagger is embedded, the blade completely submerged, with only the hilt visible. The hilt is engraved with the character "镇" (zhen, meaning "to suppress").

"A giant red-haired zombie..." Jiang Shouyi's voice trembled. "It's a zombie that's over a thousand years old, its fur has turned red, it's incredibly strong, and it's impervious to swords and spears... That sword is a corpse-suppressing sword; someone deliberately stuck it in its chest to suppress it..."

The red-haired rice dumpling turned towards them.

It had no eyes, but it "looked" at Xie Linyuan.

Then it reached out and grasped the hilt of the sword at its chest.

Pull hard.

The bronze dagger was pulled out and thrown on the ground.

The blade was completely corroded, but the tip was stained with black blood.

The red-haired zongzi had a hole in its chest, from which black mucus oozed. It looked down at the wound, then looked up at Xie Linyuan.

Open your mouth.

He let out a roar.

The sound shook the entire space, and dust fell from the stone pillars.

Xie Linyuan gripped the black gold ancient sword tightly.

The red-haired rice dumpling has moved.

It took a three-meter stride and instantly rushed in front of Xie Linyuan, slapping down with its claws.

Xie Linyuan raised his sword to parry.

clang!!!

Loud noise.

The stone slab beneath Xie Linyuan's feet shattered, sinking half an inch. The force transmitted through the blade was immense, making his hands go numb. He used the force to retreat, then slashed upwards with the blade, aiming for the red-haired zongzi's arm.

The blade struck the red hair, producing a metallic scraping sound.

A tuft of red hair was cut off, but only a white mark remained on the skin underneath.

The red-haired zongzi swept its other claw horizontally.

Xie Linyuan lowered his head, his claws sweeping across his head, the resulting wind stinging his face. He seized the opportunity to stab the red-haired zongzi in the abdomen with his blade.

The knife tip pierced the red hair, but was stuck by the muscle, only going in an inch.

The red-haired rice dumpling grabbed the knife and twisted it hard.

Xie Linyuan felt a sharp pain in his wrist and almost let go. He rotated his body using the force to dissipate the torque, and at the same time raised his leg to kick the red-haired zongzi's knee.

The kneecaps were as hard as iron, and the impact made my feet go numb.

The red-haired zongzi reached out with its other claw.

Xie Linyuan drew his sword and retreated, the blade rubbing against the red-haired zongzi's hand, sparks flying.

He stepped back three meters and stood firm.

The red-haired zongzi looked down at its palm—a gash had been cut open by the blade, from which black, sticky fluid oozed. It looked up, its dark, hollow eyes fixed on Xie Linyuan, and let out an angry growl.

They pounced again.

This time it's even faster.

Xie Linyuan turned to the side, his blade slashing diagonally, striking its shoulder.

The red hair swayed, the blade cut in two inches, then stopped.

The red-haired rice dumpling grabbed the back of the knife and pulled hard.

Xie Linyuan was pulled forward and staggered.

The red-haired zongzi slapped his head with its other paw.

Xie Linyuan released his knife, bent down, crawled under its armpit, went around to its back, and slapped its back with both palms.

The force of the palm penetrates the body.

The red-haired zongzi took two steps forward, turned around, and swept its claws horizontally.

Xie Linyuan leaped up, his claws sweeping across his feet and striking a stone pillar.

The stone pillar shattered, and rubble flew everywhere.

As Xie Linyuan landed, the red-haired zongzi rushed in front of him, its paws clasped together in a hug.

He leaned back, his body almost touching the ground, and slid out from between its arms. At the same time, he pushed off with his right foot, sprang up, and struck its chin with his elbow.

The sound of a jawbone cracking.

The red-haired zongzi tilted its head back, but immediately straightened up and clawed at Xie Linyuan's chest.

Xie Linyuan crossed his arms to block.

The claw struck his arm, and the immense force sent him flying.

He adjusted his posture in the air, landed and rolled to dissipate the impact, and stood up.

Three deep cuts, so deep they exposed bone, were slashed open on his left arm by claws, and blood gushed out.

The red-haired zongzi looked at the blood on its paws and licked it with its tongue.

Then it laughed.

His mouth stretched wide, revealing more fangs.

It charged again.

Xie Linyuan glanced at the black gold ancient sword that had fallen in the distance.

There wasn't time to pick them up.

He went to meet him.

The moment the claws came at him, he turned to the side, grabbed the red-haired zongzi's wrist with his right hand, pressed down on its elbow joint with his left hand, and twisted it forcefully.

The sound of a joint misalignment.

The red-haired zongzi's right arm hung down, but its left claw slapped out.

Xie Linyuan released his grip, lowered his head, and swept his claws across his head. He took the opportunity to lunge forward, ramming his shoulder into the red-haired zongzi's chest.

The red-haired zongzi took a step back, and Xie Linyuan followed up, landing three consecutive punches on its abdomen.

Each punch made a dull thud.

The red-haired zongzi's belly caved in, but it immediately bounced back. Its left paw gripped Xie Linyuan's shoulder—his injured left shoulder.

The fingernail pierced the wound.

Xie Linyuan grunted, his right hand forming a palm strike, slashing at the red-haired zongzi's left forearm joint.

Joint fracture.

Hong Mao Zong's left arm also hung down.

But it lowered its head and opened its mouth to bite Xie Linyuan's neck.

Xie Linyuan held its chin with both hands and pushed it upwards forcefully.

The fangs were only an inch from the neck.

The red-haired rice dumpling had immense power, pressing down little by little.

Xie Linyuan gritted his teeth, pushed off the ground with his right foot, exerted force with his waist and abdomen, and spun around, throwing the red-haired rice dumpling away.

The red-haired rice dumpling crashed into a stone pillar, causing the pillar to break and the upper half to collapse onto the ground, scattering rubble everywhere.

It rose from the ruins, its arms hanging down, but its legs propelled it forward again.

This time it was a headbutt.

Xie Linyuan turned to the side, and the red-haired zongzi's head bumped into the stone pillar behind him.

The stone pillar shattered completely, sending rubble flying everywhere.

Xie Linyuan seized the opportunity, leaped up, and rammed his knee into the back of the red-haired zongzi's head.

The red-haired zongzi fell forward, its face hitting the ground, shattering the stone slabs.

It immediately rolled over, but Xie Linyuan had already caught up, stepping on its chest and pressing down hard.

The sword wound on his chest was stomped on and enlarged, with black viscous fluid gushing out.

The red-haired zongzi struggled, kicking its legs against the ground, trying to stand up.

Xie Linyuan bent down, grabbed its head with both hands, and twisted it hard.

My cervical spine is making a cracking sound.

But it didn't break.

The red-haired zongzi opened its mouth and exhaled a breath of black gas.

Xie Linyuan turned his head to avoid it, and the black gas sprayed onto the stone pillar next to him, corroding the surface of the stone pillar and creating pits.

He gritted his teeth and exerted his strength again.

Click!

The cervical vertebrae were completely severed.

The red-haired zongzi stiffened and stopped moving.

But the eyes—those two black holes—were still "looking" at Xie Linyuan.

Xie Linyuan released his grip and took two steps back.

The red-haired rice dumpling lay on the ground, its body beginning to melt.

Starting from the feet, it gradually turned into a pool of black slime, until finally only a pile of red fur and a skeleton remained.

A black object was stuck in the chest of the skeleton.

Xie Linyuan walked over and pulled out the object.

It's the last thin piece—it fell out of the red-haired zongzi during the battle.

He picked up the thin slice, walked to the black gold ancient knife, and picked up the knife.

Then they walked towards the high platform.

Inside the stone coffin, a dark red light still emanated.

He walked to the coffin and looked inside.

There was no body inside the coffin.

There was only one set of black armor, engraved with a qilin pattern. Beside the armor lay a sword—similar to the Black Gold Ancient Blade, but longer and heavier.

There is a groove on the chest area of ​​the armor.

Xie Linyuan took out the complete black stone disc and pressed it into the groove.

Perfectly fitted.

All four points on the disc lit up with dazzling light.

The light illuminated the entire space.

The chains on the stone pillars began to untie automatically, hanging down one by one. The runes on the ground also lit up, forming a huge magic circle.

In the center of the magic circle, a downward staircase appeared.

At the end of the stairs was a bronze door.

A genuine bronze door.

The chat room was buzzing with excitement.

[Is the ID over?: The red-haired rice dumpling is dead!]

[ID Battle Process: It was so intense!]

[New ID Channel: More to come!]

[ID: The Ultimate Gate: Is that the Bronze Gate?]

Xie Linyuan stood at the top of the steps, looking down at the bronze door.

The wound on his shoulder was still bleeding, and the wound on his left arm was so deep that the bone was visible.

But he stood very straight.

"The last floor," he said.

Then step down the stairs.

The group followed behind him.

We ventured into the deepest part of the ancient tomb.

Towards the final secret.