Dragon Clan: I, Nono! Inherit countless futures!

According to Chen Motong from the original novel, Lao Tang had actually been under surveillance by the Secret Party for a long time.

The reason they haven't made a move is because, for so many years, the hybrids have never been able to truly kill the Dragon King.

Angers was already tired of repeatedly giving his all only to send the dragon king to sleep. Driven by hatred, the headmaster wanted to send the dragons to their final rest, so he had not made any rash moves.

They are waiting for Norton to be completely killed, and barring any unforeseen circumstances, that time should be in 2010, which is... six years later.

Unlike the proud Dragon King Norton, Old Tang's personality is mostly very easygoing, just like Lu Mingfei, he's a real character.

His daily routine consists of taking on freelance work on a website built by people of mixed races, also known as a bounty hunter. Once he earns money, he goes home to play video games. When he runs out of money, he takes on more jobs.

The kinds of side jobs they do are incredibly varied; sometimes it's tomb raiding, sometimes it's theft—the possibilities are endless.

Chen Motong figured it out in just a few seconds: it must have been Frost who did it.

No wonder she brought Caesar on such a dangerous mission; Frost wasn't worried at all, and didn't even provide any guards.

After all, with this person around, what dragon clan could possibly harm his successor?

Of course, this is on the premise that he doesn't awaken.

However, judging from the original work, it seems unlikely that this character will awaken their powers.

Although Frost and his companions did not know the original content, they had likely confirmed this point based on their observations over the years, which is why they dared to entrust him with protecting Caesar.

Once Chen Motong understood all this, a plan quickly formed in her mind.

Since Frost is so thoughtful as to send over such an invincible cheat code, then let Old Tang handle the dangerous task of scouting.

Thinking of this, a smile returned to Chen Motong's face. She first introduced herself and Caesar, then asked calmly:

"Why did you come to this remote tomb? Are you like us, finding the popular places too crowded?"

"Yes, yes, that's right, I just think there are too many people outside," Old Tang quickly said. He never expected that this girl would be so understanding, even coming up with a reason for him.

His mission was to find the connection between this open tomb chamber and the abnormal tomb chamber, sneak in to see what was inside, and then take pictures to bring back.

It was a very simple task, but the reward was substantial, so he accepted it without hesitation.

This wasn't Lao Tang's first time exploring an ancient tomb.

He used to take on jobs exploring ancient tombs in the desert or shipwrecks in the icy sea. Each place was extremely eerie, places that ordinary people probably wouldn't dare to enter.

But Old Tang wasn't afraid, because he was exceptionally lucky and had never encountered anything strange. It was as if he was the darling of Lady Luck, and any difficulty would be easily overcome.

And he was clearly lucky today.

Just as he was pondering how to get rid of the boy and girl so he could take action, the girl with beautiful red hair spoke up.

"There should be fewer people outside now. My friend and I are planning to go see Tutankhamun's tomb. Do you want to come along?"

Old Tang quickly shook his head and waved his hands: "No, no, I'm quite interested in this tomb and want to study it."

The girl nodded upon hearing this, said nothing more, bid farewell, and left with the boy.

……

It gradually got dark.

After the scorching sun of the day fades, the desert night is bitterly cold.

Old Tang did not leave.

He hid in the deepest corner of the tomb, curled up in a ball, trying to minimize his presence as much as possible.

The park staff came to clear the area before sunset, but he managed to evade inspection thanks to his years of experience.

It's 9 p.m. now, and four hours have passed since the scenic area became completely quiet.

Old Tang took a flashlight out of his backpack and turned it on.

The beam of light pierced the darkness, casting distorted shadows on the ancient reliefs.

He then stood up, stretched his numb legs, and began to carefully examine the tomb chamber.

"That's not right..." he muttered to himself, the beam of his flashlight darting across the wall. "The information clearly stated there was a hidden passage here..."

As he muttered to himself, he tapped the wall with his fingers, carefully discerning the subtle differences in each sound.

Thump, thump, thump... It's solid.

I tapped it again, and it was still solid.

Old Tang was not giving up and kept knocking, his forehead gradually beading with sweat.

Just when he was about to give up, a bone-chilling cold suddenly emanated from the wall his fingertips touched.

Old Tang shuddered, nearly dropping the flashlight.

He composed himself and brought the flashlight closer.

He saw a stone that was a different color from the other stones, embedded in the corner of the wall. If he hadn't touched it and felt its eerie coldness, he would never have noticed its existence.

He tried to push it, but the stone didn't budge.

I tried to pry it open to both sides, but it still wouldn't budge.

Sweat poured down his forehead, and Old Tang was so anxious that he broke out in a cold sweat. Finally, he squatted down, put his face close to the rock, and examined it carefully.

But just then, he didn't know what he had touched, but he suddenly heard a crisp click.

With that soft sound, the cold stone suddenly caved inward, revealing a dark entrance.

"Holy crap!" Old Tang was startled and instinctively shrank back.

But soon, curiosity overcame fear, and he raised his flashlight and shone it toward the hole.

The beam of light pierced the darkness, but it could only illuminate a distance of less than a meter from the entrance; beyond that, it was pitch black.

A chilly wind blew out of the cave, carrying an indescribable smell, as if it had been stagnant for thousands of years.

Old Tang swallowed hard, feeling somewhat uneasy.

"Just go in a little bit, take a look and come out. I need to take at least two photos, otherwise I won't get the money." He encouraged himself and bent down to crawl into the hole.

The passage was narrow, and Old Tang held the flashlight in his mouth, inching forward like a groundhog.

He didn't know how much time had passed, but just as he was starting to wonder if he could go back, the passage suddenly widened.

He crawled out of the narrow passageway and found himself in a huge underground space.

He raised his flashlight, the beam sweeping across the surroundings. The dome was so high that the top was invisible, and the walls were natural rock formations, but the rock formations were covered with dense ancient Egyptian writing and patterns, as well as countless branching paths.

"This is it." Old Tang breathed a heavy sigh of relief and quickly took out his equipment to take pictures.

He kept taking pictures, and in order to complete his assignment, he went a little deeper into the area, but he didn't realize it.

When he reached a certain place, he suddenly heard a strange sound.

At first, he doubted that he had heard correctly, until the voice sounded again.

thump.

thump.

thump.

The rhythmic sounds rang out one after another, like a heartbeat coming from the depths of the earth.

But isn't this a tomb? How can there be a heartbeat coming from inside a tomb? Could there really be some ferocious beast?

A cold sweat instantly broke out on Lao Tang's back.

He then realized he had gone quite deep into the area. He glanced at the photos and thought it was about time, so he quickly packed up his equipment and hurriedly retreated.

Old Tang's premonitions were always accurate, and now his premonition told him that continuing forward would be dangerous, so he turned around and ran without hesitation.

However, what he didn't know was that just as he left, two small figures emerged from the darkness.

"The message brought back by the weasel tells me that the heartbeat is inside," Caesar said, pointing to the darkness ahead and frowning. "But the heartbeat is very slow, like some kind of large animal hibernating."

"It could also be an embryo in the incubation stage," Chen Motong said. "We'll know once we go and take a look."

"What about that person? Are we just going to leave him alone?" Caesar asked.

"Don't worry about it for now. Just the fact that he's in there is enough. Besides, who ever recalls a guinea pig who's scouting ahead?"

"Let's look forward to today's harvest."