"Damn, I was just saying earlier that if I had this gold, I'd sleep with it. But the thought of eyes appearing if I did… that's truly terrifying."
"Damn, big shot, can you explain what's going on?"
…
When the dean saw this, his initial excitement turned to terror.
"What is happening? Why are there eyes?"
Now, even closing his eyes, all the dean could see were those horrifying eyes. His mind was already on high alert.
"You'll have to ask Mr. Zhou Lin about that. Asking me is useless."
The professor beside him said, his voice sounding dazed.
The other professors and experts echoed his sentiment upon hearing this.
This was beyond scientific explanation. It was better to ask those who didn't rely on science.
Inside the tomb.
Everyone watched as eyes appeared on the gold, and then more eyes began to sweep across the edges of the gold, all of them staring at the people before them.
The resentment in their gazes was palpable.
"Mr. Zhou Lin…"
The historian instinctively looked at Zhou Lin, stepping back subconsciously, believing that this man could protect them.
Zhou Lin's ears twitched as he heard a heavy sound from behind them.
It wasn't just the group; many people heard it.
The Taoist priest, historian, biologist, gymnastics champion, and Olympic champion all looked grim, their bodies stiffening as they slowly turned their heads to look behind them.
A single glance, and everyone froze in place.
Terror etched on their faces.
"What… what is this?"
Old Tang's lips trembled as he slowly spoke.
Everyone's gaze fell upon the golden figures that had approached earlier. These guards made of gold were slowly moving towards their position.
They still held weapons crafted from gold…
Everyone slowly retreated, and the security personnel instinctively stood in front of them, raising their weapons and aiming at the golden guards.
The retreating Wolf King, historian, and others watched the golden guards with nervous eyes, but behind them, there were faint rustling sounds.
Two people looked back and saw that all the gold figures had eyes and were standing in neat rows, their gazes fixed on the group before them with grim expressions.
The dense array of eyes began to glow crimson. Who wouldn't feel their scalp tingle?
"Wolf King… are we being attacked from both sides?"
Sweat streamed down the historian's face as he spoke, his voice trembling.
"It seems so."
The Wolf King instinctively drew his dagger, a natural instinct for self-preservation.
However, the situation was not optimistic.
And the potential harm these golden figures could inflict was still unknown.
Just then—
The historian's eyes shifted from shock to a dazed look, and from that dazed look, they turned to resentment, a hatred with no discernible source.
He then looked at the Wolf King beside him. Just as the golden figures were about to close in, and the Wolf King was about to act, the historian embraced him.
The Wolf King instinctively felt the hands around his waist, looking at the historian in disbelief. He met the historian's eyes, and the hateful gaze filled his heart with confusion.
During this moment of daze, the Wolf King's forehead was struck by a golden figure. His previously clear eyes instantly filled with resentment.
Behind him, a pair of eyes appeared and then vanished instantly.
This scene was witnessed by the Taoist priest. Seeing the expressions of the historian and the Wolf King, he instantly understood: they had been controlled.
"Fellow Daoist Zhou Lin, this is bad."
The Taoist priest called out in alarm, urgently shouting for Zhou Lin, who was currently observing the guards opposite him.
He was contemplating how to act when he heard the Taoist priest's voice.
Zhou Lin spun around abruptly and saw the situation behind him, his heart tightening.
Damn it, is this guy cheating? Is he increasing the difficulty? Is this even livable?
In the livestream.
"Holy crap, am I seeing things? Can this even happen? How did it turn out like this?"
"Are the gold figures' eyes opening? This is the first time I've ever seen this."
"This isn't right. The eyes on these gold figures are different from ours. What's with the resentment? Can it be contagious? Look at the Wolf King and the historian, their eyes are the same."
…
Seeing the archaeological team in danger again, the dean felt terrible.
"This is bad. Attacked from both sides, who can withstand this?"
One of the historians said anxiously.
"Let's see what Zhou Lin decides. I hope the security personnel can be effective at this moment, and then they can successfully rescue them."
The dean pondered, speaking uncertainly.
Inside the tomb at this moment.
The participants and the students from the archaeological team watched the approaching golden figures, instinctively dodging. But the Olympic champion, just as he dodged a golden figure, was grabbed by the historian.
He was forcefully held back.
"What are you doing?"
The Olympic champion, unable to move, quickly shouted.
"You are all bad people. No one can take this gold. Only the dead won't take it."
The historian said, his eyes dazed.
However, the Olympic champion was young and had undergone physical training, making him much stronger than these scholars.
With a slight effort, he broke free from the historian's grasp and even landed a punch.
The historian seemed oblivious to the pain, getting up from the ground and looking at him with resentment, trying to control him again.
"Mr. Zhou Lin, help!"
One of the archaeological team students shouted in terror while dodging.
The security personnel knew something had happened behind them, but the guards in front of them were pressing closer, leaving them unable to help.
Then, with an order, they began firing at the figures in front of them.
The deafening sound instantly echoed through the cave.
Zhou Lin looked at the options on the electronic page. A dark wooden sword caught his attention.
It was labeled as "Thunder-struck Wood," capable of expelling evil spirits and containing the power of thunder.
Zhou Lin found this very interesting and looked at the points required.
This wooden sword cost over ten million points…
"Redeem…"
Zhou Lin reluctantly redeemed it.
[Ding, congratulations to the host for successful redemption, you have obtained Thunder-struck Wood.]
Immediately, a wooden sword appeared on Zhou Lin's electronic page.
Old Tang and Professor Lin watched the golden figures flying around, several of them already fighting each other.
Their hearts filled with anxiety.