Zhou Lin's gaze fell upon the wooden frame, which emanated a heavy aura of Yin energy and intense resentment. It was perplexing how a mere wooden frame could harbor such potent malevolence.
"What nonsense are you spouting? A wooden frame..."
Guo Liang initially assumed Zhou Lin was joking, but seeing his serious demeanor, the smile that had just graced his lips vanished. This was no laughing matter.
"Professor Zhou Lin, while you possess great skill, you can't fool us like this. What harm could a wooden frame possibly cause?"
Samu爾, upon hearing Zhou Lin's words, couldn't resist a teasing remark, finding the notion utterly amusing.
"I never joke about the lives of the archaeological team. What I say is the truth. Do you have a better explanation? There's no one here, yet this wooden frame is covered in paint."
"Don't you find this wooden frame suspicious?"
Zhou Lin ignored Samu爾 and addressed Guo Liang and the metaphysics professor.
Hearing this, everyone suddenly understood. The students standing closest to the wooden frame instinctively took a few steps back.
In the livestream.
"Holy cow, if the big shot says so, then it is indeed suspicious. I'm getting goosebumps all over."
"You're not alone. Me too. Who would have thought this wooden frame would have such capabilities?"
"Has your Great Xia gone mad? How can such a wooden frame harm anyone? It's ridiculous."
"I think your Great Xia has been scared silly. This is so laughable."
"No, look, it moved. The wooden frame moved."
"Who said it was ridiculous before? Look now, is it still ridiculous? Come on, open your dog eyes and see clearly."
...
In the dean's conference room.
"Holy cow, it's just as Professor Zhou Lin predicted. It's moving now."
Professor Hu was utterly shocked. In this day and age, do wooden frames also inflict harm?
"What should we do now? Why is this thing moving? Is this something a human can do?"
Professor Wen watched the large screen, intensely curious about the wooden frame.
Could ancient secrets have enabled wood to come alive?
"Let's wait and see how Zhou Lin resolves this problem."
The dean also watched the large screen with great curiosity.
Inside the tomb.
Zhou Lin and the others watched with bated breath as the wooden frame suddenly began to move. The wood pieces creaked and rubbed against each other with a grating sound.
Finally, the area where the wooden frame's head should be transformed into a ghastly face, identical to the ones seen outside, with the same eyes.
"Holy hell, what's going on? We're seeing the same ghastly face again?"
The metaphysics professor felt as if he were seeing ghosts again. A shape-shifting ghost, at that. The faces changed so rapidly, like a carousel, each one unique. If he hadn't accompanied Zhou Lin on several tomb expeditions, his heart couldn't have taken it. Who could endure this?
"I thought you would continue to feign ignorance, but I'm curious, what would it feel like to paint your own likeness onto your skeletal remains?"
Zhou Lin couldn't help but tease the wooden frame, which was changing faces like a Sichuan opera performer.
"Stop with the nonsense. You destroyed our skeletal remains. You deserve to die."
One of the ghastly faces on the wooden frame glared at Zhou Lin with fury.
"Your skeletal remains almost killed us. Don't you deserve to die? But alas, you already do."
Zhou Lin chuckled, seeing their darkening expressions, which greatly improved his mood. The souls of the craftsmen opposite were now consumed by rage, and the skeletons on the walls were restless, ready to strike at any moment.
Zhou Lin waved his hand, unleashing the Fire Sea Funeral technique. The four walls were controlled by Zhou Lin, and these fiery walls were contained. The skeletal remains on the stone walls had vanished, leaving only piles of ashes descending to the ground.
"Put away your tricks. I've had enough of this kind of manipulation."
Zhou Lin looked at the vengeful spirits with impatience.
The metaphysics professor and Guo Liang deeply felt that standing behind Zhou Lin was the wisest decision, significantly reducing their danger. However, upon seeing this situation, the vengeful spirits on the wooden frame retreated, and one by one, they appeared before everyone, floating in the air.
The metaphysics professor and the students were no strangers to such terrifying sights and were no longer frightened. Guo Liang and Samu爾, however, looked horrified and retreated several steps.
"You destroyed our skeletal remains, and I will not let you off easily."
One of the vengeful spirits suddenly opened its mouth, emitting a black mist, followed by the other craftsmen. A dense fog appeared before their eyes. When everyone could see clearly again, the environment had changed.
Zhou Lin narrowed his eyes, looking at a pile of stones and many workers hauling them. They were in a palace, and the ornate roof had been successfully constructed. Only some carvings and other decorations remained unfinished.
"What are you standing around for? Get to work! If you're late, you'll be beaten."
A craftsman dressed in simple ancient clothing urged Zhou Lin.
"Huh? What?"
Zhou Lin was confused. Upon seeing his own clothes, he was astonished. The students and professors beside him were also holding hammers, chipping away at something.
"Oh? They've brought us into this place?"
Zhou Lin looked at the people around him, a faint smile playing on his lips. This was quite interesting.
In the livestream.
"Holy cow, is this ancient times? This is oppressive ancient times. Those whips are real?"
"Am I dreaming of ancient times? Damn, I'm drunk. This is how it can be played?"
"So, the black mist just now transported them to ancient times? What's the purpose of this?"
"I guess they want the big shot to experience being chased and beaten, just like people lived in ancient times."
"So, we'll see the big shot getting beaten later?"
"The big shot isn't one to take things lying down. How could he be beaten? It would be polite if he didn't beat others."
...
Inside the tomb.
Zhou Lin stood still, watching a soldier approach.