"Elder Tang, I have something I want to ask you."
Zhou Lin paused, then walked to Elder Tang's side and said softly.
"What is it?"
Elder Tang, who had just finished examining the treasure sword in his hand, looked at Zhou Lin in confusion.
"Where will these treasure swords ultimately be sent?"
Zhou Lin really wanted to know.
"These will be studied, and if there are no problems, they will be sent to the museum. What's wrong?" Elder Tang asked, puzzled.
"No matter where they are sent, these items should not be separated, nor should their order be messed up. These sword souls died protecting their king, and their loyalty is evident in their hearts. We should not disturb their sentiments."
Zhou Lin explained with unusual seriousness.
Elder Tang understood Zhou Lin's attitude and nodded slightly. Then, another thought occurred to him.
"Young friend Zhou Lin, if I were to say that your request would require money, how much could you offer?" Elder Tang asked tentatively.
Zhou Lin fell silent for a moment.
"Actually, I was just sighing. Whether these things are placed together or not isn't that important, so... forget I said anything."
Zhou Lin then walked to the innermost part of Ding Qin.
Elder Tang watched Zhou Lin's actions, his mouth twitched, and he felt speechless. This kid is truly greedy. He's a definite miser.
The netizens watching Zhou Lin's behavior couldn't help but laugh.
Zhou Lin noticed a gap in the shelf where Ding Qin was placed. He gently pulled it, and a hidden compartment appeared on the stone wall beside it.
Everyone carefully examined the Qinglong treasure sword and returned it to Zhou Lin.
The Wolf King simply bandaged his wound and left the side chamber with the others. Having survived countless gunfights, injuries were commonplace.
"Fellow Daoist Zhou Lin, how did you figure out this mechanism?" the Taoist priest asked Zhou Lin softly as they walked into the dark passage.
Zhou Lin glanced at the Taoist priest.
"It's because I saw a gap under the shelf, so I tried it. Anyone would have tried it, so this isn't a difficult feat." Zhou Lin explained calmly.
The Taoist priest, hearing this, was disappointed as he didn't get the information he wanted.
They walked into the dark passage. The air still carried a faint scent of blood, but it was a nauseating smell. After a few steps, the historian felt his shoulder getting damp. However, he couldn't see clearly, as the light in front only illuminated the path ahead. No one could see what was behind them. He quickly picked up his flashlight and shone it on his shoulder. When he saw clearly, his face instantly turned pale, and he felt terrible.
"Why did you stop?" the biologist behind him asked, bumping into the historian.
"Are any water droplets falling on you?" the historian asked tentatively, swallowing hard.
"What is it?" the biologist had just spoken when he felt a drop of water fall on his forehead. As he reached out to wipe it, the historian stopped him.
"You'd better not see," the historian said frantically, his voice trembling slightly.
"What do you mean?" the biologist was about to ask further when he heard the Wolf King and the construction champion behind them smell the blood. They exchanged a glance and then saw bloodstains on their bodies and clothes.
"Why is there blood on you?" the construction champion asked, looking at the Wolf King's shoulder and cheek, which were stained with crimson blood.
"You too," the Wolf King said with a grave expression.
The two suddenly froze. The biologist and the historian also had bloodstains on their bodies and faces, and they immediately understood. The dripping sounds they had heard earlier were not water, but blood...
Their conversation was overheard by the others behind them, and their faces turned grim. Some students looked panicked, wanting to avoid the dripping blood. As they leaned against the wall, they also smelled blood. However, none of them had the courage to look up and see what was above.
The Taoist priest, Elder Tang, and Professor Lin also smelled the strong scent of blood, so strong that it made anyone feel sick.
"Young friend Zhou Lin, why is the smell of blood so heavy in here?" Elder Tang asked, puzzled.
Zhou Lin was not paying attention to his surroundings at the moment, as he was looking at an electronic page. After defeating the sword souls, his points had reached nearly a billion. These points were enough to exchange for many things. Not bad, not bad.
Zhou Lin's joy lasted less than three minutes before Elder Tang interrupted him. He then snapped back to attention.
"What is it?" Zhou Lin asked suspiciously, but before he could finish speaking, a drop of blood landed on his face, interrupting his words.
Zhou Lin looked behind him and saw that everyone's faces were grim and filled with terror. No one dared to breathe heavily.
Suddenly—
The entire passage was filled with a strange atmosphere. No one dared to breathe deeply, and no one dared to look up.
In the live stream:
"Holy crap, what happened to these people?"
"No, how can this be? Why are their faces covered in red bloodstains? Is there something above?"
"I find this terrifying. It's not what I imagined."
"Me too. I feel a cold wind blowing down my neck."
"Isn't it? I feel a chill running down my spine."
In the tomb:
Seeing everyone looking like they were covered in blood, Zhou Lin slowly raised his gaze. Elder Tang, Professor Lin, the Wolf King, the Taoist priest, and the others were all looking upwards.
It was better not to look, but once they did—
"Ah..."
The Taoist priest was the first to let out a scream. It had been fine before, but as he looked up, he saw a woman hanging upside down, her eyes, mouth, and nose dripping with crimson blood. She wore a white dress, and blood flowed down her face. She fell rapidly from above, coming into close contact with the Taoist priest. As the Taoist priest breathed, he could smell the blood from the female corpse.
Elder Tang and Professor Lin's faces also turned ashen. They struggled to suppress their screams, not out of fear for themselves, but because they were afraid that if they opened their mouths, blood would drip in.
The remaining construction champion, historian, biologist, and many students finally succumbed to their curiosity and looked up. With just one glance, a cacophony of screams erupted, each more horrific than the last.