Professor Wen watched the big screen, especially Zhou Lin, pondering what he was up to.
"Zhou Lin has his own methods, don't worry."
The dean said so, but he wasn't worried about Zhou Lin, he was worried about the mercenaries and the archaeological team. Wouldn't it be very dangerous like this?
Inside the tomb.
"Ask the students, who has a mirror on them?"
Captain Zhao looked at the light and had a decision in mind.
Huo Qi behind him began to ask the students one by one.
The students behind them took out the mirrors they had on them.
This time, because they were waiting for Zhou Lin and the metaphysics professor, they would stay in the desert for a few days, so most of the students brought mirrors.
They felt incredibly lucky. They had thought that grown men carrying mirrors would seem effeminate, but now they felt incredibly clever.
These mirrors were handed over to the mercenaries. After the mercenaries saw the scene before them, as the light shone in, they quickly blocked the light back.
Captain Zhao watched as the light was blocked back. When the light shone on the poisonous snakes, a hole appeared on the snakes' bodies.
Everyone was immediately delighted. Since this weapon couldn't harm the poisonous snakes, they would use their own attacks.
"Good, great, finally some good news is coming out."
Huo Qi was pleasantly surprised as he watched this scene.
But in the next moment, the eyes of the large snake at the very front emitted light again, shining on these people.
Everyone felt pain again.
"Ah... what's going on? Why does it hurt so much again?"
"It's still that statue's eyes, damn it, I get so angry every time I think about it."
"Damn it, why didn't Jingxia kill him?"
"But we've all been cursed, what's the point of this thing appearing again?"
The students from Great Xia began to writhe on the ground in pain, and the mercenaries weren't faring any better, their hands holding the mirrors trembling.
The mercenaries were covered in cold sweat, their hands holding weapons and shields trembling.
Captain Zhao endured the pain in his shoulder and looked at Zhou Lin beside him, praying that Zhou Lin would hurry.
At this moment, Zhou Lin was mixing water and mud, and then piling them together.
Seeing the red light coming again, Zhou Lin was also startled. Looking at the students and mercenaries, he knew things were not good.
Mainly, there was no other way.
He was about to curse. He had asked the system for recommendations before, but the system also started charging recommendation fees, automatically deducting over a billion points.
That was fine, but the things he finally got required him to make a pot with his own hands using mud.
Who would do that? He was a novelist, not an artist. Who would know how to do it?
In the end, he had to do it himself.
Then he watched Zhou Lin clumsily playing with mud.
In the live broadcast room.
"Holy crap, what is the big shot doing? Why is he playing with mud at this time? Is this mud very important?"
"It's not that the mud is important, but why is the big shot doing this? Is there any special treasure?"
"Do you people from Great Xia go down into tombs? You're still in the mood to play with mud at this time? Are you even human?"
"Exactly, the archaeological teams from two countries are in here, are you crazy?"
"Shut up. Our professor and the big shot are trying to save people. What are you doing? Besides hiding in your turtle shells, what else can you do?"
"That's right. What contribution have you made along the way? You're great at picking fights, you're really annoying."
...
Inside the tomb.
Seeing that they had thought of a way to deal with them, the poisonous snakes decided not to attack anymore, but to spray green venom from their mouths.
Ssssss...
Where the sticky liquid landed, black things appeared, and blue smoke occasionally rose.
"Holy crap, is this venom? Or is it sulfuric acid?"
The mercenaries from the Sakura Country exclaimed in horror when they saw this scene.
"Don't get distracted, be careful. This is no joke."
Song Lin had already given up on the archaeological team and could only rely on himself.
Sssssss.
The poisonous snakes sprayed venom little by little, like a rain of venom. The mercenaries quickly hid behind the shields.
They used their shields to block the venom, but the shields also began to emit blue smoke, slowly corroding the material on the shields.
"How much longer can we hold on?"
Captain Zhao gritted his teeth and asked, enduring the pain.
"It should be fine for ten minutes, but if ten minutes pass..."
"We'll be corroded by this venom."
"Captain, when will Professor Zhou Lin make a move?"
The mercenaries felt very passive like this.
Captain Zhao endured the pain and looked back at Zhou Lin, only to see that Zhou Lin had already made something like a clay pot in his hand.
Captain Zhao's mouth twitched. The pain in his body was becoming more and more obvious. He looked at Zhou Lin beside him, confused.
What was he trying to do?
Ten minutes later.
"Captain, it's bad, the snakes are rushing over."
One of the mercenaries shouted urgently.
"Alert..."
Captain Zhao had just finished speaking when the pain in his body intensified. But in this situation, it was already difficult to stand up, and he could only curl up on the ground in pain.
It wasn't just them; the other students and professors were the same, all sweating profusely, unable to utter a complete sentence.
Their minds and bodies were filled only with pain.
Song Lin and the other mercenaries were also the same.
In the live broadcast room.
"Damn it, what the hell is going on? It hurts just watching this, the sweat has soaked the floor, why do their faces look so bad?"
"Nonsense, when the pain is extreme, people will vomit. These people are in unbearable pain."
"You people from Great Xia, save them! Are you just going to watch them die?"
"Exactly, wasn't that professor very capable? Why isn't he making a move?"
"Shut up, you're the ones being saved, and you're still talking so much."
...
In the dean's conference room.
Everyone watched as they all approached Zhou Lin's location. The dean couldn't sit still anymore.
"What do we do? When will Zhou Lin make a move?"
Professor Hu couldn't sit still anymore and stood up anxiously.
"Wait."
The dean, looking at the scene before him, was also nervous and said slowly.
There was another problem...
"Strange, don't you find Zhou Lin very strange?"
Professor Wen seemed to have discovered something new.