Tomb raiding live stream: Starting as the mute Zhang

It was five o'clock in the morning, and the sky was still not fully light.

The sea was a deep gray, like a huge, slightly undulating iron plate. The fishing boats swayed gently with the waves, and the anchor chains made a creaking sound.

In the distance, the eastern horizon began to lighten, but the sun had not yet risen, and the whole world was shrouded in the dim light of the pre-dawn period.

Zhang Qiling stood on the stern deck, looking at the sea.

He hadn't slept all night, but he was in good spirits. The night at sea was quiet, with only the sounds of the wind, the water, and the creaking of the ship as it rocked.

He meditated and regulated his breathing on the deck. Around 3 a.m., "Zhang Qiling" also came out. The two sat five or six meters apart, each without saying a word.

Until now.

"There's a boat."

The voice of "Zhang Qiling" came from the bow of the ship.

Zhang Qiling turned his head and looked in the direction he was pointing.

At the horizon, there are two black dots.

It's very small, but it's gradually getting bigger.

It's a boat.

"Captain Chen," Xie Yuchen's voice came from the bridge, "Is there anything on the radar?"

"Yes!" Captain Chen shouted from the bridge, "Two of them, a speedboat and a small cargo ship, are coming this way! They're very fast!"

Everyone went up to the deck.

Wu Xie rubbed his eyes, holding binoculars in his hand, and looked in that direction.

"It's Luo Laoqi's speedboat and the Wang family's cargo ship." He put down his binoculars, his face grim. "What are they planning? To take action at sea?"

"Perhaps." Jiang Xun Gu gripped the gun at his waist.

"They won't gain the upper hand at sea," Black Bear grinned. "Our ships aren't as big, and we don't have as many men. Unless…"

"Unless what?" Fatty Wang asked.

"Unless they have a backup plan." Xie Yuchen's face darkened.

The two boats were getting closer and closer.

The speedboat was at the forefront, its bow raised, leaving a white trail in the sea. Seven or eight people could be seen standing on the boat, all dressed in black and holding something in their hands—guns.

The cargo ship followed behind, slower but larger, and its deck was also full of people; at a glance, there were no fewer than twenty.

"More than thirty people, all armed," Jiang Xun Gu quickly assessed.

"This is troublesome." Huo Xiuxiu frowned.

"No trouble at all," Zhang Qiling said.

He walked to the bow of the ship and stood side by side with "Zhang Qiling".

Both men watched the two boats getting closer and closer, their expressions calm, as if they were watching two fish swimming towards them.

"Brother, they have guns..." Wu Xie warned.

"I know." Zhang Qiling nodded.

"That……"

"Wait."

As they were talking, the speedboat had already rushed more than 100 meters away.

On the bow of the ship, a middle-aged man with a scar on his face held a megaphone, and his voice drifted across the sea.

"Boss Jie! Stop the ship! Let's talk!"

It's Luo Laoqi.

Xie Yuchen walked to the bow of the boat and picked up the megaphone as well.

"What are you talking about?"

"Let's talk about cooperation!" Luo Laoqi shouted. "We know where you're going! We want to go to that island too! We'll go together, and we'll split what we find!"

"What if we don't agree?"

"Then don't blame us for being impolite!" Luo Laoqi's voice turned cold. "At sea, guns don't discriminate!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the men on the speedboat all raised their guns.

The people on the cargo ship also raised their guns.

More than thirty guns, their dark muzzles pointed at the fishing boat.

The live stream chat exploded with comments.

"Holy crap, they're really going to attack?"

"A gunfight at sea?"

"What should we do with these two guys?"

"They have guns."

"It's all over, it's all over."

The atmosphere on the deck of the fishing boat was somber.

But the expressions of "Zhang Qiling" and "Zhang Qiling" remained unchanged from beginning to end.

"Last chance!" Luo Laoqi shouted, "Stop the boat! Or we'll open fire!"

Xie Yuchen looked at "Zhang Qiling".

Zhang Qiling didn't look at him, but only at the speedboat.

Then, he moved.

It's not moving backward, it's moving forward.

Walk to the very edge of the bow and stand still.

The sea breeze lifted the hem of his clothes, and his black hoodie fluttered in the wind.

Zhang Qiling also took a step forward and stood beside him.

The two exchanged a glance.

nod.

The next second, Zhang Qiling pushed off with his feet and leaped off the bow of the ship.

It's not jumping, it's flying.

His body was suspended in mid-air, like an arrow released from a bow, shooting straight towards the speedboat a hundred meters away. The sea rushed past his feet, and the wind made his clothes cling to his body. He didn't use any leverage, relying solely on the force of that push-off to trace an arc in the air.

The people on the speedboat were stunned.

They've seen people jump into the sea, they've seen people swim, but they've never seen anyone jump directly from one boat to another—a distance of 100 meters, no less.

By the time they realized what was happening and raised their guns to fire, "Zhang Qiling" had already landed on the speedboat deck.

It landed very lightly, almost without making a sound.

But the moment he landed, he had already drawn the black gold ancient sword from his back with his right hand.

A flash of light.

The man at the front, holding the gun, felt a chill on his neck, then felt himself falling backward. He saw the sky spinning, and saw his headless body still standing, blood gushing from his neck like a fountain.

Then, darkness.

"Zhang Qiling" didn't stop.

He landed and charged forward, his blade slicing horizontally. The second man's chest was cut open, the sound of breaking ribs clearly audible. The third man raised his gun to shoot, but the tip of the blade had already pierced his throat.

Three seconds, three people dead.

The four people remaining on the speedboat finally realized what was happening and started firing wildly.

The bullets hit the deck, the ship's side, and the spot where "Zhang Qiling" had just been standing.

But Zhang Qiling is no longer there.

The moment he fired, he turned to the side to avoid the bullet's trajectory, and at the same time, he reached out with his left hand, grabbed a person's wrist, and twisted it.

"Click."

His wrist was broken, and the gun fell onto the deck.

Zhang Qiling slashed back with his right hand, cutting the man's neck open, and he fell to the ground.

A fifth person pounced from the side, holding a dagger.

Zhang Qiling didn't dodge; instead, he raised his leg and kicked Zhang Qiling in the chest.

The man was sent flying backward, crashing into the ship's side; the sound of his spine breaking was still clear amidst the gunshots.

The sixth person turned and tried to run away.

With a flick of his wrist, Zhang Qiling sent the black gold ancient sword flying out of his hand like a black lightning bolt, piercing the man's back.

The knife tip pierced through his chest, dripping with blood.

Zhang Qiling walked over, drew his sword, and shook off the blood.

Then look at the last person—

Luo Laoqi.

Luo Laoqi stood next to the driver's seat, holding a gun, but didn't dare to fire. His face was pale, and his legs were trembling.

"You...you stay away..."

Zhang Qiling ignored him and turned to look at the cargo ship.

The people on the cargo ship were dumbfounded.

They saw "Zhang Qiling" fly over from the fishing boat, saw him kill six people in six seconds, and saw him kill chickens as easily as he did.

Fear was like ice water, seeping from my feet to the top of my head.

"Fire...fire!" someone on the cargo ship shouted hoarsely.

Gunshots rang out, and bullets rained down on the speedboat.

Zhang Qiling did not move.

He is waiting.

Wait for "Zhang Qiling".

Just as the bullet was about to hit the speedboat, "Zhang Qiling" moved.

He leaped from the fishing boat, not flying straight towards the cargo ship, but landing on the sea first—his feet touching the crest of a wave, using the momentum to take off again, like a seabird skimming the water's surface, reaching the cargo ship's deck in two leaps.

The people on the cargo ship didn't even see how he got on.

By the time they could see clearly, "Zhang Qiling" was already standing in the center of the deck, a short knife in his hand.

He doesn't have the sweeping, powerful fighting style of "Zhang Qiling"; his style is simpler and more direct.

The first man raised his gun, turned to the side, and the blade sliced ​​across his throat.

The second person fired, he ducked, the bullet flew over his head, and at the same time, his short knife pierced the other man's abdomen, twisted, and pulled out.

When the third and fourth people pounced at the same time, he took a half step back to avoid them, then reached out with both hands to grab their heads and slam them together.

"Bang!"

The sound of a skull cracking.

The fifth person attacked him from behind, stabbing him in the back with a dagger.

"Zhang Qiling" seemed to have eyes in the back of his head, dodging to the side, and then struck the man's temple with his right elbow.

The man collapsed softly.

In ten seconds, five people died.

There were fifteen people left on the cargo ship, but no one dared to move.

They were holding guns, but their hands were shaking and the muzzles were wobbling.

Zhang Qiling stood amidst the corpses, his dagger dripping blood. He looked up at the driver's seat.

Inside the driver's cab, a middle-aged man in a suit, pale-faced, was shouting into the walkie-talkie.

"Retreat! Retreat now! Set sail! Set sail!"

The cargo ship's engines roared, the hull shook, and it began to turn, accelerate, and flee into the distance.

I didn't follow "Zhang Qiling".

He turned around, leaped up, touched the gunwale with his feet, and his body was in mid-air. After a few leaps, he returned to the speedboat.

Zhang Qiling was still standing on the speedboat deck, his black gold ancient sword already sheathed.

Luo Laoqi slumped next to the driver's seat, his crotch soaked.

"Zhang Qiling" glanced at him, did not make a move, and turned to look at "Zhang Qiling".

"Walk?"

"Um."

The two jumped up at the same time and returned to the deck of the fishing boat.

From the moment "Zhang Qiling" leaped out to the moment the two returned, the entire process took less than two minutes.

All seven people on the speedboat died, five people on the cargo ship died and escaped, and Luo Laoqi lay paralyzed on the speedboat waiting to die.

The deck of the fishing boat was quiet.

Everyone stared at the two of them, speechless.

The levitating live-streaming sphere slowly floated over, the camera focused on the two people.

In the live stream, the chat remained silent for a full ten seconds.

Then, an explosion.

"Holy shit..."

"Is this even human?"

"It flew over? It really flew over?"

"Six kills in six seconds, five kills in ten seconds"

"Are you two even human?"

"Luo Laoqi was so scared he peed his pants, hahaha!"

Zhang Qiling ignored the comments and walked to the bow of the ship, watching the cargo ship sail away.

The cargo ship had become a tiny black dot, frantically fleeing.

"Not going after them?" Xie Yuchen asked.

"No need," Zhang Qiling shook his head.

"They will go to the island."

"Let them go," said Zhang Qiling.

Both spoke in the same tone: calm and indifferent.

It's like what we just killed wasn't a person, but a few annoying flies.

Captain Chen leaned out of the wheelhouse, his face pale.

"Boss Jie... are we... are we still going to continue?"

"Continue." Xie Yuchen took a deep breath. "Set sail, according to the original plan."

The fishing boat set sail again, bypassing the speedboats and corpses floating on the sea, and continued heading southeast.

On the deck, everyone began to clean up.

There wasn't much to clean up; the two men killed cleanly and efficiently, not even spilling blood on the fishing boat. But the atmosphere was still somewhat heavy.

"Brother..." Wu Xie walked to Zhang Qiling's side, hesitating to speak.

"explain."

"Are you alright?"

"fine."

"I mean...killed so many people..."

"They deserve to die." Zhang Qiling glanced at him. "They want to kill us."

Wu Xie fell silent.

He knew Zhang Qiling was right. In that situation, it was either them or them who would die. But witnessing the two of them killing people like chopping vegetables was still too shocking.

"You'll get used to it." Fatty Wang patted him on the shoulder. "That's just how we guys are; when it's time to act, we don't hesitate."

"I know..." Wu Xie sighed, "It's just... I feel a bit heavy-hearted."

"Then go over there and throw up for a while, don't make a mess."

"roll."

At noon, the sun was directly overhead.

The sea was a deep blue, shimmering with light.

The fishing boat continued its journey, at a slow and steady pace.

"Zhang Qiling" and "Zhang Qiling" stood side by side at the bow of the ship, looking at the sea.

"I'll be there tonight," Zhang Qiling said.

"Um."

"Shimen, it needs to be calculated."

Zhang Qiling nodded.

He stretched out his right hand, fingers spread, and began to calculate towards the sea.

It wasn't random pinching; there was a pattern—the thumb quickly tapped across the knuckles of the index, middle, ring, and little fingers while the lips moved slightly, silently chanting something.

"Qian is three continuous lines, Kun is six broken lines, Zhen is an upturned bowl, Gen is an overturned bowl..."

The voice was very low, but Zhang Qiling, who was standing next to him, could hear it.

This is the Zhang family's secret feng shui technique. It doesn't involve divination or fortune-telling; it only calculates location, terrain, and the flow of earth energy. By combining it with celestial phenomena, tides, and solar terms, it can determine hidden entrances, the location of tombs, and the key points of mechanisms.

Zhang Qiling calculated for about five minutes and then stopped.

"East of the island, below the cliff, three zhang underwater, revealed at low tide."

"specific?"

"At midnight, the tide is at its lowest, and the stone gate opens for a quarter of an hour."

"Zhang Qiling" was noted down.

"Enter?"

"Enter."

After they finished speaking, they stopped talking and continued to look at the sea.

Around 4 p.m., a black dot appeared on the horizon ahead.

As the ship drew closer, the black dot gradually grew larger, revealing its outline.

That was an island.

It's not large, but its shape is strange—concave in the middle and convex around the edges, like an eye. The island is covered in lush, dark green vegetation. In the sunset, the whole island looks like a half-closed eye, quietly staring at the sea.

"We've arrived." Xie Yuchen got out of the driver's seat.

The fishing boat anchored about a nautical mile from the island; it couldn't get any closer—there were reefs all around.

"Prepare your equipment; we'll move out tonight," Xie Yuchen said.

Everyone began to prepare.

Diving suits, oxygen tanks, underwater lighting, waterproof backpacks, weapons, medical supplies...

"Zhang Qiling" and "Zhang Qiling" did not need diving suits; they only carried knives, food, water, glow sticks, and ropes. The less equipment they had, the more agile they could be.

The sky gradually darkened.

The sun sets in the west, and the moon rises in the east.

Today is the 14th, and the moon is already very round and bright. The silvery moonlight spills onto the sea, like a layer of shattered silver.

The tide is receding.

You can see the sea receding slowly below the cliffs on the east side of the island, revealing black reefs.

"Time is almost up." Xie Yuchen glanced at his watch.

10 PM, midnight.

The tide receded to its lowest point.

"Let's go," said Zhang Qiling.

Everyone was dressed neatly and went into the water.

The seawater was cold, but bearable. The nine of them, like nine fish, swam towards the cliffs on the east side of the island.

Under the moonlight, you can see the bottom of the cliff; after the sea recedes, a hole is revealed.

It's not big, but big enough for one person to pass through.

Above the cave entrance, there is a pattern carved on it—

One eye.

The eye pattern is exactly the same as the one I saw before in Jingjue Ghost City, Xianwang Tomb, and the Southwest Gu-feeding Tomb.

"Found it," Xie Yuchen said.

"Enter."

"Zhang Qiling" was the first to swim into the cave entrance.

"Zhang Qiling" followed closely behind.

The others followed.

The cave entrance was very deep. I swam in for about twenty meters and then started to swim upwards. After swimming another ten meters or so, my head broke the surface of the water.

It is a naturally formed cave with damp air that smells of the sea and mold.

Nine people climbed ashore and turned on their headlamps.

The lights illuminated the cave.

It was very large and spacious. The ground was rocky and slippery. Looking ahead, deep into the cave, a door could be vaguely seen.

Shimen.

It is very large and very tall, and its surface is covered with densely packed eye patterns.

"This is it," Xie Yuchen said.

Zhang Qiling walked to the stone gate and reached out to touch it.

The stone was cold and hard.

"How do I open it?" Wu Xie asked.

"Wait," said Zhang Qiling.

"What are you waiting for?"

"Full Moon".

As soon as he finished speaking, moonlight slanted in from the cave entrance, shining directly on the stone door.

The eye pattern on the stone gate began to glow in the moonlight.

It wasn't reflected light; it was light it emitted itself—a faint, silvery-white light.

Then, the stone door slowly opened.

There was no sound, no vibration, just like a very light wooden door being blown open by the wind.

Behind the door was a downward stone staircase, its bottom invisible.

"Enter."

Zhang Qiling was the first to walk in.

"Zhang Qiling" is the second one.

The others followed.

Jiang Xun Gu, who was walking at the back, looked back and saw the faint shadows of several boats on the sea in the direction of the cave entrance.

People from the Wang and Luo families came along.

He didn't say anything, turned around and walked through the stone gate.

The stone gate slowly closed behind us.

Inside the cave, only the light from headlamps and the footsteps of nine people remained.

The downward stone steps are long and steep.

The ancient tomb expedition has begun.