"I hope Zhou Lin and the others still have help, otherwise it's really..."
Professor Hu was most worried about the archaeological team. Zhou Lin was fine; if he were in his own shoes, he'd surely be able to take care of himself. But the archaeological team was a liability.
"But that Summer is truly lucky, to be able to focus on their work at a time like this, with no soldiers watching them or causing trouble."
"This is the so-called 'turning a deaf ear to outside affairs and focusing solely on tomb construction.' This is legendary luck."
"No, this is pure luck."
The professors and experts watched from the side, speaking in hushed tones.
Inside the tomb.
Zhou Lin saw that the situation was deteriorating. Several mercenaries were already injured. While these soldiers' bodies might be weak, their weapons were real, and they inflicted genuine wounds on the mercenaries.
"Zhou Lin, this won't do. Even with Qing Long and Qi Lin present, their effects are minimal. The mercenaries are in grave danger."
The Professor of Metaphysics urged Zhou Lin as he observed his demeanor.
"Yes, and we can't help either. What are we to do?"
Guo Liang was equally anxious.
Zhou Lin looked at the situation around him and fell silent for a moment.
"System, I want to summon help. Do you have any recommendations?"
Zhou Lin asked coldly, looking at the figures of the soldiers.
A moment later, an electronic page appeared, displaying a wine jar.
[Summoning ghosts is not possible, but capturing them is.]
The system proactively recommended a golden wine jar.
This wine jar looked quite impressive.
Zhou Lin glanced at his system inventory, which was filled with a dazzling array of items, making him dizzy.
He decided not to look for now and resolved to sort through it when he had free time.
"Exchange it. I want it now."
Zhou Lin waved his hand and exchanged for it.
A golden wine jar appeared in his inventory.
Zhou Lin watched as the soldiers continued to injure the mercenaries.
"Captain Bai, retreat."
Zhou Lin's voice was not loud, but it reached everyone's ears.
Captain Bai, already sporting several wounds, turned and ran back upon hearing Zhou Lin's voice.
"Professor, what is it?"
Captain Bai asked Zhou Lin, standing beside him, with confusion.
"Come back, I have something good to show you."
Zhou Lin smiled faintly at Captain Bai, took out a yellow wine jar from his bag, and then opened the lid. Inside, a red light glowed.
This light was a fatal temptation to the soldiers, yet they all began to move towards the wine jar.
The wine jar acted like a bottomless pit, absorbing all the soldiers into it.
Captain Bai's eyes were filled with joy as he witnessed the wine jar's effect.
"If you had brought this out earlier, we wouldn't have gotten hurt."
Captain Bai then took a sharp breath and held his wound for a while before speaking.
"Take this. Go and apply medicine. Leave the rest to me."
Zhou Lin handed the medicinal liquid he had on him to Captain Bai.
Seeing the porcelain bottle in his hand, Captain Bai's eyes lit up with delight.
He quickly thanked Zhou Lin and turned to leave, heading to another area to tend to his severely wounded comrades.
Zhou Lin was deeply moved by this; this was how mercenaries should be.
Then, Zhou Lin looked at the general opposite him.
"Come on, I'll take as many as you have. Let's see who has more men, you or my wine jar."
Zhou Lin sneered.
The general opposite him waved his hand, signaling his soldiers to stop.
"Do you think this will solve everything?"
The general drew his bow and arrow, which hung from his horse, and aimed it at the golden wine jar beside Zhou Lin.
*Whoosh—*
The arrow was shot, but—
The wine jar remained unmarked; instead, it deflected the arrow.
The general looked at the situation, his eyes behind the mask filled with surprise.
"General, is it? Don't you even look at who I am before daring to provoke anyone?"
Zhou Lin sneered, then raised the wine jar high, stomped his foot, and lifted it upwards, carrying it on his shoulder.
A red light appeared, absorbing the soldiers into it once more.
The soldiers struggled, but no matter how hard they tried, they could not prevent Zhou Lin from absorbing them.
In the live stream.
"Haha, I love how the boss takes the initiative! This way, there won't be any trouble later, like a sneak attack or something."
"Haha, no problem, this is normal."
"But the boss's skills are truly amazing. I find him so handsome. I want to marry him right now."
"Even dressed in coarse cloth, his aura and face make him handsome no matter what he wears."
"The one who seems difficult to deal with now is the general, right? He hasn't moved at all."
"With the boss here, it doesn't matter..."
...
Zhou Lin absorbed all the soldiers. When he lowered the jar, the soldiers were gone, leaving only the general and a副将 (fùjiàng - deputy general).
They looked quite isolated.
Zhou Lin looked at the general, a smile playing on his lips.
"Professors, do you feel like you're bullying someone? This is the legendary 'turn of fortune,' do you believe it?"
Zhou Lin glanced at Guo Liang and the Professor of Metaphysics.
"Yes, yes, I do feel that way. It's inexplicably satisfying."
The Professor of Metaphysics was in a very good mood; this feeling was truly different.
"But how should we deal with this general now? It seems he's not afraid of this wine jar?"
Guo Liang looked at the general beside them, still somewhat apprehensive.
"Then we fight."
Zhou Lin picked up his bow and arrow and shot towards the general's position. The general's eyes narrowed, and his figure gradually disappeared. However, the deputy general beside him had, at some point, taken the general's place.
Zhou Lin's arrow pierced the deputy general. The deputy general, not understanding what was happening, lost his life and vanished without a trace.
"Hmm? Shapeshifting?"
Zhou Lin hadn't expected the general to be a Taoist priest; he had underestimated him.
"What's going on? Clearly..." The Professor of Metaphysics looked at the scene in confusion.
This was not how he had imagined it.
What was happening? Even if it were ghosts, it shouldn't be this obvious.
"Clearly, Professor Zhou Lin shot at the general's position, so how did it change?"
"Yes, what's going on?"
"Damn, even ghosts can't do this?"
The students whispered amongst themselves.
In the live stream.
"Damn, is this the legendary shapeshifting? How did he do that?"