Tomb raiding live stream: Starting as the mute Zhang

The sound of the coffin lid sliding open stopped.

Seven dark, gaping cracks led into the tomb chamber. There was no movement inside, but gusts of eerie wind blew out, sending chills down one's spine. The bronze lamps in the corner emitted green flames, casting a ghastly light throughout the chamber, making faces appear bluish.

Sun Shuanzhu slumped down beside the second coffin, his hand still in the pressing position, his whole body trembling like a leaf. He looked at the seam of the coffin, then at the ashen faces of the people around him, his lips quivering as he tried to speak.

"I...I'm not..."

"Zhang Qiling" has moved.

He turned away from the rightmost coffin and walked towards Sun Shuanzhu. His steps were slow, but each one heavy. His thin face was expressionless, but his eyes were as cold as an icy abyss. He stared at Sun Shuanzhu, his gaze clearly conveying three words—"You're asking for death."

Sun Shuanzhu was terrified by his gaze, wanting to shrink back, but his legs were too weak to move. "You... what are you going to do? Protecting cultural relics is... my duty..."

Zhang Qiling walked up to him and stopped. He was a head taller than Sun Shuanzhu, and looked down at him with a gaze as if he were looking at a pile of vomit.

"Duty?" he asked, his voice low, but each word like an ice bead hitting the ground. "Your duty is to kill everyone?"

Sun Shuanzhu's face turned a deep shade of liver: "You! How dare you speak to me like that! I'm an expert! I..."

"Expert?" Zhang Qiling repeated the word, his lips curling down almost imperceptibly—a contemptuous and undisguised smile. He didn't say anything offensive, but his expression was more powerful than a thousand curses of "idiot."

The live broadcast ball captured this moment perfectly.

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Sun Shuanzhu was both frightened and enraged by his expression, and shouted, his voice trembling with fear, "This is an insult! I'm going to report this! You…"

"Zhang Qiling" didn't let him finish speaking.

He clenched his right fist, his forearm muscles tensed instantly, and without any fancy moves, he delivered a simple straight punch to Sun Shuanzhu's chest.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud. Sun Shuanzhu's eyes bulged out, and the words he was about to say caught in his throat. He was thrown backward as if hit by a speeding car, his feet leaving the ground.

"Splash—thump!"

He crashed into the stone wall of the tomb chamber ten meters away with a sickening thud, then slumped softly to the ground, his head lolling to one side, motionless. A noticeable dent was visible in his chest.

One punch. Sent ten meters away. Slammed into a wall. Dead.

The tomb was deathly silent. The only sound was the flickering of green flames.

No one spoke. No one dared to speak. Even Lin Guoce pursed his lips. The hairs on the back of the necks of the ten "Vulture" team members stood on end.

Wu Xie and Fatty stared wide-eyed. Hei Xiazi whistled. Xie Yuchen's eyes flickered slightly. Huo Xiuxiu turned her face away.

Zhang Qiling glanced in that direction only before looking away and fixing his gaze on the seven cracks in the coffin. It was as if the one who had just died was merely an annoying fly.

Zhang Qiling withdrew his fist, flicked his wrist, and his face returned to its usual cold and indifferent expression. He walked back to Zhang Qiling's side, stood shoulder to shoulder with him, and looked at the coffin.

It seems like I just casually swatted a mosquito to death.

The brief silence was broken.

"Giggle giggle..."

A chilling sound, like bones grinding or stiff joints moving, came from all seven coffins at the same time.

coming.

From the crack of the first coffin on the far left, a withered, blackened hand with long, sharp nails suddenly emerged and clung tightly to the edge of the coffin. Then, something sat up.

It was a corpse. But completely different from the previous iron corpse. The clothes on this corpse were tattered, and the skin was dark red, as if soaked in blood and then dried, tightly wrapping the bones. The face was fleshless, the eye sockets were sunken, and two points of scarlet light flickered within them. The mouth was filled with densely packed sharp teeth.

It let out a low growl from its throat, filled with endless ferocity and hunger.

Blood corpse.

Almost simultaneously, the same creatures rose from the other six coffins. The seven blood-soaked corpses turned their heads in unison, their crimson eyes locking onto the living people in the tomb.

"roar--!!"

One of them let out a roar, and seven blood corpses leaped out of their coffins at the same time! They were faster and more agile than the iron corpses, landing silently like seven red ghostly shadows, rushing straight towards the crowd!

"Fire!!" Lin Guoce roared hoarsely, and gunshots rang out again.

Bullets struck the blood-soaked corpses with a series of splattering sounds, splashing up puffs of thick, dark red liquid, but nothing could stop their advance. One blood-soaked corpse, braving the hail of bullets, lunged at a soldier, slashing with its claws, severing the soldier's gun-wielding arm at the elbow, blood gushing forth.

"Ah—!" The scream was piercing.

Another blood-soaked corpse lunged at Kun Ge. Kun Ge swung his entrenching tool and slammed it down on the corpse's shoulder with a dull thud. The corpse merely swayed, then clawed at Kun Ge's chest. Chen Man screamed.

The black bear charged in from the side, its military dagger plunging deep into the blood corpse's ribs and twisting violently. The blood corpse cried out in pain and turned to grab the black bear. The black bear ducked to avoid it, the dagger being pulled out, drawing a trail of black blood, before the bear stabbed it again in the other side of its waist.

Xie Yuchen and Huo Xiuxiu were entangled by two blood-soaked corpses. Xie Yuchen's short daggers flew, targeting joints, but the blood-soaked corpses' bones were hard, making it difficult for the daggers to penetrate. Huo Xiuxiu's dagger grazed the blood-soaked corpse's neck, leaving only a white mark. The two were forced to retreat repeatedly.

Wu Xie and Fatty stood back to back. Fatty was wildly slapping things with an entrenching tool, while Wu Xie held a dagger, his palms sweating profusely. A bloodied corpse broke through the soldiers' blockade and lunged at them.

"Get out of the way!" the fat man roared, using all his strength to swing his entrenching tool horizontally, smashing it into the blood corpse's head. The blood corpse's head tilted to the side, its movements slightly slowed. Wu Xie seized the opportunity to stab its dagger towards its eye, but it missed, piercing its cheekbone instead, and the dagger got stuck.

The blood corpse flew into a rage, slapping the fat man away. The fat man crashed into the wall, spitting out a mouthful of blood. Its other claw reached for Wu Xie's face.

Wu Xie's pupils contracted; the aura of death was overwhelming.

Just as the claw was about to touch the tip of his nose.

A hand wearing a black fingerless glove reached out from the side, its five fingers spread, and precisely gripped the blood corpse's wrist.

It's Zhang Qiling.

He had appeared before them without them noticing. He grabbed the blood corpse's wrist and pulled it sharply to his side, deflecting its forward momentum. Zhang Qiling raised his right foot and slammed his knee into the blood corpse's abdomen.

"Thump!" A muffled sound. The blood corpse's body arched.

Zhang Qiling twisted his right hand, which was gripping his wrist, downwards and outwards.

"Crack!" The wrist bone broke. The claws drooped limply.

He loosened his grip, clenched his left fist, his middle finger knuckle bulging, and delivered a fierce, short uppercut from below, slamming it into the blood corpse's chin.

"Crack!" The jawbone shattered with a crisp sound. The blood corpse's head snapped back, its crimson eyes flashing wildly.

Zhang Qiling followed closely, striking the blood corpse in the temple with his right elbow.

"Bang!" The blood corpse flew out sideways, crashed into another coffin, slid to the ground, twitched a few times, and then lay still.

From the moment the attack was launched to the moment the enemy was killed, it took three seconds.

On the other side, "Zhang Qiling" faced off against two blood-soaked corpses that were lunging at Wang Lei, Liu Min, and Zhou Ting.

He didn't use a knife. The instant the blood corpse lunged, he sidestepped the first attack, his left hand forming a palm, heel upwards, and slammed it hard into the blood corpse's chin, sending its head snapping back. At the same time, his right leg sprang up, toes pointed, and struck the blood corpse's Adam's apple.

"Pfft!" The Adam's apple shattered. The blood corpse clutched its neck and staggered backward.

The claws of the second blood corpse were already in front of him. Instead of retreating, Zhang Qiling advanced, ducked under the claws, and got close to the blood corpse's chest. He clenched his right fist, the knuckle of his middle finger protruding, and delivered a fierce inch punch to the blood corpse's heart.

"Thump!" The force of the punch penetrated the body. The blood corpse's body trembled violently, and its movements froze.

Zhang Qiling raised his left arm, his forearm like an iron whip, and swung it horizontally, slamming it hard into the side of the blood corpse's neck.

"Crack!" The neck fractured. The blood-soaked corpse collapsed.

His movements were powerful and concise, without any unnecessary frills. Every strike hit the joints and vital points, and his explosive power was astonishing.

Three of the seven blood corpses were instantly dispatched. The remaining four became even more ferocious, roaring and abandoning their other targets, all lunging at Zhang Qiling and "Zhang Qiling"!

Four red figures rushed in from different directions, bringing with them a stench.

Zhang Qiling and "Zhang Qiling" switched positions instantly, back to back, each facing one of the two figures.

Zhang Qiling parried a heart-piercing claw with his left hand, then with his right hand, his fingers like a knife, he plunged it into the blood corpse's eye socket, twisted it, and pulled it out, bringing out a mixture of red and white substances. The blood corpse screamed and fell to the ground. Another blood corpse pounced from the side, its mouth opening to bite his neck. Zhang Qiling tilted his head, its teeth grazing his skin, and with his right hand, he grabbed the back of the blood corpse's head, pressed it down, and at the same time raised his left knee.

"Bang!" The knee made intimate contact with the face. The blood corpse's entire face collapsed, and it fell backward.

On Zhang Qiling's side, facing the attack from two blood corpses, he swayed his body, dodging the frontal assault, and kicked out with lightning speed with his right foot, striking the shinbone of one of the blood corpses.

"Crack!" The shinbone broke. The blood corpse fell forward. "Zhang Qiling" landed on his toes, twisted his waist, and swept his left leg backward like a steel whip, his heel striking the outside of the knee of another blood corpse that pounced from behind.

"Snap!" The knee buckled backward. The blood-soaked corpse screamed and knelt on the ground.

Zhang Qiling turned around, his right hand forming a claw, grabbed the crown of the kneeling blood corpse, and pressed down with his fingers!

"Pfft!" Five fingers actually pierced into the hard skull! The blood corpse shuddered, and the red light in its eyes went out.

He pulled his hand away, shook off the filth, looked at the last blood-soaked corpse that was still crawling with a broken leg, walked over, and stepped on the back of its neck.

"Click." The account was settled.

The battle is over.

From the moment the blood-soaked corpses emerged from the coffin until they all perished, less than two minutes had passed.

The tomb chamber reeked of blood and decay. Seven twisted, blood-soaked corpses lay on the ground, blackish-red slime oozing everywhere. The people, still in shock, stared at the two black figures standing in the center of the pile of corpses, their bodies stained with dirt yet still erect as straight as spears, and could only breathe heavily.

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Lin Guoce suppressed his heart palpitations and directed the medics to treat the wounded. The soldier with the severed arm was unconscious, and they immediately stopped the bleeding and bandaged him. Kun Ge's arm injury wasn't deep. The fat man was coughing up blood from the slap, but his bones were fine. Most of the others had minor injuries and were shaken.

Wu Xie helped the fat man up, looked at Zhang Qiling and "Zhang Qiling," his lips moved, but in the end he only whispered, "Thank you."

Zhang Qiling nodded, walked to the bloodied corpse, and used his foot to push it aside, looking at the coffin from which it had crawled out. It was empty, except for some black remnants that looked like decaying silk fabric.

"It's fake," he said.

Zhang Qiling also checked the other one. "They're all fake. Bait."

"Where is it really?" Professor Zhou Xu'an asked in surprise and doubt.

Zhang Qiling and "Zhang Qiling" both looked at the floor of the tomb. The Big Dipper pattern formed by the seven coffins, illuminated by the green fire, faintly glowed with a light different from the surrounding stone slabs.

"Next." The two said almost simultaneously.