Tomb raiding live stream: Starting as the mute Zhang

Kun Ge's hand rested on the jade coffin lid.

Time seemed to stand still for a second.

Then, a crisp "crack" sound came from inside the jade coffin, as if something had broken.

The entire space began to shake.

It wasn't a violent earthquake, but a low-frequency, continuous tremor. The ground trembled slightly, and dust fell softly from the stone walls. The jade coffin lid slowly slid open to one side.

Slide it open by an inch.

Two inches.

It's exposed inside.

a corpse.

The corpse wore Han Dynasty general's armor, made of bronze and heavily corroded. The face was remarkably well-preserved, the skin a bluish-white, like a wax figure. The eyes were closed, the lips slightly parted, revealing something in the mouth—a jade cicada, entirely emerald green, gleaming warmly in the dim light.

"Don't touch it!" Wu Sansheng shouted.

But it was too late.

The stone slabs surrounding the jade coffin suddenly sank.

Eight black holes were exposed.

Black water surged from the black hole.

It's another corpse beetle.

There were even more than last time, densely packed, like a black carpet, instantly covering half the space.

"Back off! Back off!" Lin Guoce roared.

Everyone retreated towards the stairs.

But a sound also came from the other side of the stairs.

Heavy, dragging footsteps.

Walk down the steps.

A figure.

It's very tall, almost two meters.

Its entire body was covered in long white fur that reached down to its knees. Its face was bluish-black, with deep-set eyes that were actually two black holes instead of eyes. Its mouth was gaping open, revealing interlocking fangs.

White-haired zombie.

It descended the last step, stood on the platform, and blocked the way back.

Ahead are swarms of corpse beetles, behind are white-haired zombies.

A desperate situation.

Special forces soldiers opened fire on the white-haired zombies.

The bullets struck it with muffled thuds, but only penetrated half an inch before getting stuck. The white-haired zombie looked down at the bullet hole in its chest, raised its hand, pulled out a bullet, and threw it on the ground.

Then it opened its mouth and let out a roar.

The sound was so loud it hurt people's eardrums.

The carrion beetle swarm surged in rapidly.

Kun Ge was terrified and stood frozen in place. Chen Man screamed, and Wang Yihan pulled her to a corner. Sun Shuanzhu slumped to the ground, muttering, "Cultural relics... protect cultural relics..."

Jiang Shouyi's face was pale, but he still stood in front of Professor Zhou Xu'an.

Lin Guoce gripped his gun tightly and looked at Wu Sansheng: "Mr. Wu! What should we do?"

Wu Sansheng remained silent.

He glanced at the battle, then suddenly turned and rushed back up the steps he had come from.

Extremely fast.

He was nothing like the clumsy middle-aged man from before.

"Uncle Wu ran away!" Kun Ge screamed.

The live stream chat exploded:

[Uncle ID ran away?!]

[This ID is a coward!]

[I mistook your ID for someone else's!]

[IDs are definitely unreliable!]

Wu Sansheng ignored him.

He rushed up the steps, returned to the next stone chamber, and continued running upwards.

They ran back to the hall with the terracotta figurines.

In the corner of the hall, there was a pile of rubble.

He rushed to the pile of rubble, where he had hidden his things beforehand.

He stopped and took a deep breath.

The bones throughout the body emitted a slight clicking sound.

The bone-shrinking exercise has been relieved.

His hunched back straightened, his height, which had been reduced by five centimeters, returned to normal, his shoulders broadened, and his muscle definition reappeared. He ripped off the disguise on his face—a specially made silicone mask—revealing his real face.

She has short, straight black hair with side-swept bangs that partially cover her right eye. She has fair skin and striking, deep-set features.

He took off his wrinkled clothes and pulled an oilcloth bag from the pile of rocks.

turn on.

Inside was a black matte leather hooded jacket, black cargo pants, and black high-top Doc Martens.

He quickly changed.

The movements were fluid and executed in one smooth motion.

Finally, take out the Black Gold Ancient Knife from the bottom of the oilcloth bag.

The blade was jet black, and the edge was icy cold.

He gripped the knife handle tightly.

Turn around and rush back.

The whole process took less than a minute.

When he rushed down the steps and returned to the jade coffin space, the battle had already reached its climax.

The white-haired zombie grabbed two special forces soldiers, one in each hand, and slammed them to the ground. The two soldiers immediately coughed up blood and lay motionless. The swarm of corpse beetles had already crawled to Kun Ge's feet; Kun Ge was frantically stomping on them, but he couldn't possibly eliminate them all.

Lin Guoce was injured in the arm and bleeding profusely, but he continued to shoot.

Everyone thought Wu Sansheng had escaped.

Until that black figure leaped down the steps.

Like a black lightning bolt.

It landed between the white-haired zombie and the crowd.

It landed silently.

Black clothes, black pants, black boots.

The hood covered most of his head, revealing only the lower half of his face. His skin was very white, like jade in the dim light.

He was holding a knife.

Black Gold Ancient Sword.

Everyone was stunned.

"Thank... Thank you Lin Yuan?" Kun Ge murmured.

Xie Linyuan did not turn around.

He looked at the white-haired zombie.

The white-haired zombie also looked at him, a hint of wariness seemingly flashing in its dark eye sockets.

It released the special forces corpse from its grasp and turned to Xie Linyuan.

Open your mouth and roar.

A wave of foul stench hit us.

Xie Linyuan moved.

Forward rush.

The white-haired, stiff claws slammed down.

Xie Linyuan sidestepped, his claws grazing past him. He then slashed upwards with his blade, striking the white-haired stiff's wrist.

clang!

The white hairs are as hard as iron, but the blade can cut three inches deep.

Black blood gushed out.

The white-haired stiff yelped in pain, then swept its other claw across.

Xie Linyuan crouched down, his claws sweeping across his head. He rolled forward, coming to the side of the white-haired stiff, and thrust his blade towards the back of the knee.

The knife tip pierces through, severing the tendon.

The white-haired zombie's right leg buckled, and he knelt down.

But it clawed back with its left paw, aiming for Xie Linyuan's back.

Xie Linyuan seemed to have eyes in the back of his head. He leaned forward, his claws grasping at nothing. He turned around, his blade sweeping across, striking the white-haired zombie's neck.

The blade cut halfway in and got stuck.

The white-haired zombie flew into a rage, clasping its arms together as if to embrace Xie Linyuan.

Xie Linyuan released his knife, leaped up, stepped on its shoulder, grabbed its head with both hands, and twisted it forcefully.

The cervical spine emitted a piercing cracking sound.

The white-haired zombie froze, then collapsed to the ground with a thud.

It twitched a few times, then stopped moving.

Xie Linyuan landed, drew his black gold ancient sword, the blade stained with black blood.

The whole process took less than ten seconds.

The live stream room was deathly silent.

Then the barrage exploded:

【ID Guy!!!】

[His ID is Xie Linyuan! He's back!]

Where is Wu Sansheng, the ID from earlier?

[IDs, etc... Wu Sansheng... Xie Linyuan...]

The carrion beetle swarm is still arriving.

Xie Linyuan turned around and looked at the group of corpse beetles.

He put two fingers in his mouth.

It emitted a series of sounds.

"Giggle...giggle...giggle..."

Ghost whistle.

The sound echoed in the space.

The image of the corpse beetle was paused, completely stopped.

Then, they started to back away.

They retreated, retreated, and retreated entirely back into the black hole.

Disappear.

The space returned to quiet.

All that remained were heavy breathing and the smell of blood.

Xie Linyuan withdrew his fingers, turned around, and looked at the jade coffin.

He walked over and leaped onto the high platform.

Inside the jade coffin, the corpse still lay there, a jade cicada in its mouth.

Xie Linyuan reached out, pinched the jade cicada, and gently took it out.

The jade cicada felt cool to the touch, was entirely emerald green, and was exquisitely carved. Its wings were as thin as cicada wings, as if it would take flight at any moment.

He glanced at it and stuffed it into the inside pocket of his coat.

Then he jumped off the platform.

No one dared to speak throughout the entire process.

Everyone was looking at him.

Looking at his all-black attire, the black and gold ancient sword in his hand, and his face half-hidden under his hood.

Lin Guoce finally spoke, his voice hoarse: "You...you're Wu Sansheng?"

Xie Linyuan did not answer.

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Kun Ge's eyes widened: "Uncle Wu... is that Xie Linyuan? Disguise? Like in the movies?"

Chen Man covered her mouth, tears streaming down her face: "He's always been protecting us... always using that identity..."

Jiang Shouyi muttered, "No wonder...no wonder the feng shui was so accurate...no wonder..."

Sun Shuanzhu collapsed to the ground, pointing at Xie Linyuan: "You...you impersonated someone! You deceived the country! You even stole cultural relics!"

Xie Linyuan glanced at him.

That look in his eyes was as if he were looking at an insect.

Sun Shuanzhu was so frightened that he shut up.

Just then, Lin Guoce's communicator rang.

He answered the phone.

A superior's voice came from inside, very serious, and everyone could hear it:

"Captain Lin, confirm Xie Linyuan's identity. Tell him that the country needs special talents like him. Get him to submit to the authorities and cooperate with the research. If he cooperates, everything is negotiable. If he doesn't cooperate... take necessary measures."

Lin Guoce's expression changed.

He looked at Xie Linyuan.

Xie Linyuan was also looking at him.

His eyes were calm.

"Mr. Xie," Lin Guoce said with difficulty, "you heard what the higher-ups said... Could you... cooperate?"

Xie Linyuan shook his head.

"impossible."

The command came through the communicator: "Then proceed with Plan B. Prepare the tranquilizer guns."

Three special forces soldiers raised their guns—not rifles, but tranquilizer guns.

The other two special forces soldiers raised their rifles and aimed at Xie Linyuan's legs.

"Mr. Xie," Lin Guoce's voice trembled, "Don't resist... it's just anesthesia, it won't hurt you..."

Xie Linyuan stared at the gun barrels.

Then he laughed.

A very faint smile, almost imperceptible.

But his eyes were cold.

"Do you think these are useful?" he said.

The words fell.

He moved.

They didn't charge at the special forces; they retreated.

Take three steps back, then leap up, step onto the wall, use the momentum to bounce back, and flip your body in the air.

The anesthetic needle missed its target.

He landed and, before the special forces soldiers could react, he had already rushed to the first person with a tranquilizer gun.

One punch.

It hit my chest.

The man was sent flying backward, crashed into the wall, slid down, and lay still.

The second person holding the tranquilizer gun turned the gun around.

Xie Linyuan turned sideways, grabbed the gun barrel, and twisted it.

The gun slipped from his hand.

He raised his foot and kicked the man in the stomach.

The man groaned and knelt down.

Two special forces soldiers with rifles opened fire.

But Xie Linyuan was no longer there.

He appeared beside one of them and chopped him in the neck with a hand chop.

The man fell to the ground.

The last man turned his gun around, but Xie Linyuan's knife was already at his neck.

The blade was icy cold.

The man froze.

"Put down your gun," Xie Linyuan said.

The gun fell to the ground.

The whole process took less than five seconds.

All five people collapsed.

Xie Linyuan sheathed his sword.

He looked at Lin Guoce.

Lin Guoce's face was deathly pale, and the gun in his hand was trembling.

"Mr. Xie...we are not enemies..."

"Not now," Xie Linyuan said, "but if you want to control me, then you can."

He turned and looked at the others.

Kun Ge, Chen Man, Wang Yihan, Jiang Shouyi, and Professor Zhou Xu'an.

And those special forces soldiers who are still alive.

Everyone was watching him.

His eyes were complicated.

Fear, awe, gratitude, confusion...

Chen Man cried, not out of fear, but out of sadness: "Mr. Xie... are you leaving?"

Xie Linyuan did not answer.

He looked into the darkness behind the jade coffin.

There is still a road there.

This tomb is not finished yet.

But he didn't plan to go with them.

He turned and walked into the darkness.

His steps were very steady.

His back was very straight.

Alone.

Suddenly, Brother Kun shouted, "Mr. Xie! Thank you for saving us!"

Xie Linyuan stopped.

He didn't turn around.

"You're welcome."

Then keep walking.

Step into the darkness.

disappear.

The stone chamber was deathly silent.

Chen Man squatted on the ground, burying her face in her hands and crying.

Wang Yihan hugged her, tears streaming down her face.

Kun's eyes reddened, and he spoke to the live stream, his voice choked with emotion: "Family members...did you see that...he saved everyone...and then he left alone...he must have been so lonely..."

Jiang Shouyi stared in the direction Xie Linyuan had disappeared, murmuring, "He's like... a god walking among mortals."

Professor Zhou Xu'an took off his glasses and wiped them: "We owe him too much."

Lin Guoce clenched his fists as he looked at his unconscious and dead comrades on the ground.

Over the communicator, the superior was still asking, "How's the situation? Is it under control?"

Lin Guoce took a deep breath and pressed the communication button: "Mission failed. He's gone."

"You're gone? There are so many of you..."

"We," Lin Guoce said, "can't keep him."

He turned off the communicator.

Look into the darkness.

That direction leads to the deeper part of the ancient tomb.

Xie Linyuan walked inside alone.

Carrying a jade cicada.

Carrying a secret.

Bearing a thousand years of solitude.

The chat room was buzzing with excitement.

But most of all, the expression was crying.

And one sentence:

[His ID must be very lonely]