Dragon Clan: I, Nono! Inherit countless futures!

At the end of the passage, the sound of a heartbeat became clearer and clearer.

Caesar walked ahead, carrying a tactical flashlight, its beam cutting through the thick darkness.

Chen Motong followed half a step behind him, watching the Italian man's back, thinking that if Frost knew she was using his precious nephew as a stepping stone, he would probably be so angry that his beard would be crooked.

"The heartbeat is coming from over there." Caesar stopped at a fork in the road and listened intently.

His Kamaitachi was put to its fullest potential in this enclosed underground space, amplifying, capturing, and locating countless subtle sounds, which were then combined into a sophisticated sound map.

The underground space was larger than I had imagined, with a dome that seemed to stretch endlessly, and the rock strata on the four walls were covered with patterns of ancient Egyptian hieroglyphs and dragon script.

"Look." Caesar suddenly stopped and pointed his flashlight straight ahead.

Chen Motong looked in the direction of the flashlight beam, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

It was a huge circular space, like the belly of a mountain that had been hollowed out from the inside by something.

In the center of the space, a black boulder stands silently, surrounded by a dense crowd of "people".

Like terracotta warriors buried with the dead, or mummies, those things are in a kneeling posture, facing the black boulder, with their heads bowed.

They were covered in tattered ancient Egyptian clothing, and their exposed skin had an eerie bluish-gray hue that shimmered faintly in the darkness.

As the flashlight beam swept across, Chen Motong could see their faces clearly. They were twisted creations somewhere between humans and dragons, with deep-set eyes, high cheekbones, and lips that pulled back to reveal sharp fangs.

"This look is truly nightmarish, like a funerary figure from some century ago," Caesar said in a low voice, frowning.

"If they get up later, that'll be a nightmare," Chen Motong replied in a low voice. "You stay here and don't move. I'll go upstairs and take a look."

"I'll go," Caesar said. "My Word of Power is probing; it will help me avoid danger as much as possible."

Chen Motong thought to herself that, strictly speaking, hearing aids are not detection devices, but she was afraid that saying it would affect her relationship with this young master, so she just shook her head.

"Believe me, there's no escaping danger," Chen Motong said. "And you won't even have a chance to run away."

"All right."

Caesar did not insist. Although this nobleman was proud, he was not stupid and knew to act within his means.

Seeing how obedient he was, Chen Motong nodded in satisfaction, carefully bypassed the mummies, and walked toward the stone platform where they were kneeling.

As Chen Motong passed by those mummies, he could feel the chilling aura emanating from them, as if they were the dead crawling out of their graves.

They remained motionless, as if they had been dead for hundreds of years, leaving only the smell of decay.

The strange heartbeat sound came from this stone platform.

Her dark red eyes slowly closed, and when she opened them again, a faint golden light shone through.

Words of Power: Retrospection.

The scene before her rapidly changed; she saw countless years ago, these mummies kneeling in unison, their heads bowed, and the direction they were kneeling in was—

A huge, ferocious dragon slowly closed its eyes on the stone platform.

When Chen Motong opened his eyes again, they had turned dark red again. On the stone platform where the giant dragon had been lying, only a palm-sized egg remained, lying quietly.

The egg was dark red all over, about the size of a palm, and shaped like an elongated heart, with its surface covered with dense blood vessels.

The blood vessels were embedded in the stone platform, which was covered with structures resembling tendons and fascia, and were even slightly pulsating.

The rhythmic heartbeat came from the trembling of the egg.

A dragon that has not yet hatched.

It may be a small species, such as a second or third generation, but its value lies in the fact that it has not yet hatched.

Just as Chen Motong was pondering how to deal with this thing, the huge, rhythmic heartbeat suddenly stopped, and then the speed of the beating suddenly increased, becoming as rapid as drumbeats.

Chen Motong immediately realized something was wrong.

In her mind, dragons would accelerate their hatching process when danger approached, and not only that...

The girl slowly turned her head and saw the nearest Deadpool move.

A pair of golden eyes slowly lit up in the darkness, and the decaying mummy opened its mouth towards Chen Motong, letting out a sharp cry like that of a baby.

Without the slightest hesitation, Chen Motong turned and ran, shouting at Caesar below, "Run!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire underground space came to life.

One by one, the sleeping mummies raised their heads, and pairs of golden eyes lit up in the darkness like lights from hell.

They emitted piercing, sharp sounds, a mixture of crying and laughing, as they sprang up from the ground, landing on all fours, and lunged at them in a manner that defied human anatomy.

"This way!" Caesar rushed toward a fork in the road.

They ran wildly through the intricate underground passages, turning left, right, and then left again, completely losing their sense of direction.

After running for an unknown amount of time, just when Caesar felt his lungs were about to explode, a swaying beam of light suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Who?!" a familiar voice rang out.

The two of them suddenly stopped in their tracks.

The beam of the flashlight illuminated Old Tang's panicked face.

He was covered in dirt and his clothes were stained with dust, as if he had been crawling through some narrow passage for a long time.

He was holding a flashlight, staring in disbelief at the two people who had suddenly appeared.

"You, it's you guys?!" Old Tang's eyes widened like a surprised hamster. "How did you get in?! Didn't you say you were going to see Tutankhamun's tomb?!"

"I'm lost," Chen Motong said without changing his expression.

How could someone get lost and end up here? Old Tang was about to go crazy, but just then, he heard a strange sound behind him.

The shrill sound, like both crying and laughing, echoed in the deep, dark cave, growing ever closer...

Old Tang's face turned deathly pale: "What are those things?!"

"They're probably tomb guardians," Chen Motong said. "Would you like to exchange some thoughts on tomb raiding with them?"

"What do you mean by 'tomb keeper'? And I didn't rob any tombs!"

"You're going to steal it soon." She then looked at the panting Caesar. "Want a pet?"

Caesar was taken aback by the sudden question, and before he could react, the shrill crying grew closer and closer.

Old Tang shuddered. He pointed his flashlight in the direction he had come from, and the beam illuminated the distorted figures at the end of the passage.

Countless golden eyes gleamed in the darkness.

"Holy crap! What the hell is this thing?" Old Tang was stunned, goosebumps rising all over his body. He instinctively wanted to run, but the red-haired girl blocked his way.

"Why are you running?" The girl looked at him, grabbed his arm, and said quickly, "Do me a favor."

"What busy... Oh my god!" Before Old Tang could finish speaking, he felt a strange force on his arm and was pulled directly into the depths of the cave!

Before them stood countless twisted monsters!