Tang Lao was about to negotiate, thinking that if they continued to demand like this, the higher-ups would likely not agree. But before he could speak, he heard the sound of a coffin lid lifting from the opposite sarcophagus.
The words he was about to utter were immediately suppressed.
He then looked at Zhou Lin, whose gaze was fixed on him, with an unspoken threat that he wouldn't make a move unless he agreed…
"Well, alright, I agree, I agree."
Tang Lao was now cornered and had no choice but to agree. What else could he do?
Having received the answer he wanted, Zhou Lin's smile deepened. This was good.
Everyone could live, which was a great thing.
The surrounding participants were extremely envious. They also wished to ascend in wealth, but upon remembering that this was all earned by Zhou Lin through his strength, they immediately deflated.
At this moment—
*Clang!*
The coffin lid shot up instantly, then fell to the ground with a thud, kicking up a cloud of dust.
Following this, a faint black aura was seen emerging from within the coffin.
Everyone present felt their hearts lurch, and they nervously watched the opposite coffin.
Zhou Lin slowly strode towards the coffin. Behind him, Tang Lao and the others followed cautiously, drawing closer.
When they were about ten steps away, a black figure suddenly appeared on top of the coffin. It was clad in armor, with a sword by its side and a coronet on its head.
Its eyes were blood-red, and two sharp fangs were visible at its mouth. The skin on its face was like dry bark, appearing withered and on the verge of cracking.
Its aura exuded a sense of majesty.
"Roar—"
The zombie roared at Zhou Lin, its voice containing a distinct tiger's roar.
Zhou Lin couldn't help but recall a general from unofficial histories. Someone had once divined for the First Emperor, and it was said that many helpers had assisted him in unifying the six states.
Among them was a general who was the reincarnation of a White Tiger. However, the records did not specify who this general was, and it was merely a tale from unofficial history, something no one would believe.
Now, it seemed it wasn't just an empty rumor.
From the tiger's roar, he could tell that this zombie was that White Tiger General.
But it shouldn't be like this. After death, he shouldn't have turned into this. Had something gone wrong?
Zhou Lin stared at the zombie for a long time but saw nothing unusual.
Meanwhile, the Taoist priest beside him…
"What kind of general is this? Why does he look so hideous? And why is his nose so flat? Were all Qin people flat-nosed?"
The Taoist priest could no longer bear to look at the zombie's face. It was truly terrifying, not to mention those red eyes.
Who wouldn't lose their appetite after seeing this?
"Hmm? What did you say?"
Zhou Lin, as if waking from a dream, looked surprised as if he had heard something astonishing.
"I said, his nose."
The Taoist priest didn't even look at the zombie. While his Taoist skills might not match Zhou Lin's, he was still adept at reading faces, as fortune and misfortune were often reflected there.
Zhou Lin was enlightened. No wonder.
The tiger's bone was broken, which was why it couldn't return. Originally a powerful White Tiger General, not only could he not return, but he was also suppressed here, guarding a dead person. Anyone would feel it was unfair.
"Is this the general? This sword looks the same as the one we saw before."
Professor Lin observed the hilt and the decorations on the armor, noting that it was similar to the armor of the general they had seen earlier.
"Perhaps…"
Tang Lao wasn't very sure.
He cautiously eyed the zombie, whose gaze was sweeping over them one by one. For some reason, anyone who met its gaze would feel their hair stand on end.
The students behind them, feeling the zombie's gaze, felt a jolt of fear in their hearts and quickly averted their eyes, refusing to make eye contact.
In the live stream.
"Holy crap, is that a zombie? A legendary zombie, and a general at that."
"Oh my god, it's so ugly! The skin on its face… even tree bark is smoother than its skin."
"Is this a type of mummy? Will it be taken to a museum?"
"Probably not. At this point, let's not talk about museums. It's uncertain if we can even deal with this thing."
"Don't underestimate my boss. My boss will find a way. As long as he's paid, he'll definitely succeed."
…
In the dean's conference room.
The professors and experts in the conference room all frowned upon seeing the zombie.
Their expressions were tense.
They had encountered zombies before, and many lives had been lost then, but they could still be killed with weapons. However, this one…
If it could be suppressed by high-level talismans, it was likely a formidable opponent.
"This thing is even more powerful than the ones we've seen before."
The metaphysics professor had a strong premonition.
This thing was truly troublesome. He wondered if Zhou Lin could handle it himself.
"I think so too, but with Zhou Lin here, it should be fine, right?"
Professor Wen also found the zombie rather unpleasant to look at, but compared to the previous Mother-Child Yin, it wasn't entirely unacceptable.
"It should be. Tang Lao has already agreed to pay, so for the sake of the money, he'll definitely put in his best effort to deal with this guy."
Professor Hu was very confident in Zhou Lin. If Zhou Lin took action, he would surely succeed.
If even Zhou Lin couldn't handle it, they could only wait for death.
The atmosphere in the conference room grew tense.
In the tomb.
The security personnel cautiously protected the archaeological team and the participants.
Their guns were aimed at the zombie.
The zombie's blood-red gaze flickered. While it showed disdain towards the others, its gaze deepened when it fell upon Zhou Lin.
It seemed to regard him with a degree of wariness.
"Mr. Zhou Lin, this zombie seems to have hostile intentions towards you."
The champion architect, with sharp eyes, noticed this situation.
Zhou Lin was speechless. What, are you trying to push me out?
"What kind of zombie is this? Why are its eyes like that? And its movements look different from others. Its hands seem very agile."
The historian had also researched zombies before. There had been reports about them more than ten years ago, and many lives had been lost then. But the zombies back then weren't like this.
"This is a flying zombie. This type of zombie is rare. It requires the essence of the sun and moon to form, and it takes hundreds of years. Having been sealed here for so long, it must have matured."
Zhou Lin slowly explained.
"Then it's very powerful, isn't it? But there wouldn't be any essence of the sun and moon here, right?"