Zhou Lin looked calmly at the professor before him, speaking in a light and casual tone.
It was as if he were discussing whether you had eaten.
The people around them, upon hearing this, reacted as if they had heard something horrifying. They all stared at Zhou Lin in shock.
What did this mean?
A dream he crafted?
Had he become so powerful now that he could even create dreams?
"A dream you crafted? What kind of dream? Is it like those apes? A dream where they disappear while sleeping?"
Old Tang urgently wanted to know.
The metaphysics professor looked at Zhou Lin's flute with surprise, wanting to examine it but feeling too embarrassed to say so directly.
"It's a dream of mutual combat. They are in a world where the strong prey on the weak. It's about who can win. The victor wins, but if they cannot win, they will die."
Zhou Lin shrugged indifferently.
"And if that man-faced bird wins? What will happen then? Will it awaken?"
The metaphysics professor still pressed, unconvinced.
"No, they don't even know they are dreaming. Even if they win, they won't awaken. They will starve to death, or perhaps unable to bear the loneliness, they might commit suicide."
Zhou Lin looked at the man-faced birds, a bloodthirsty smile appearing on his lips.
That smile was somewhat terrifying; anyone who saw it would find it frightening.
The metaphysics professor, Professor Lin, Old Tang, the mercenaries behind them, and the archaeological team members all felt a jolt in their hearts when they saw Zhou Lin's expression.
They immediately felt a moment of silence for these man-faced birds, wondering what they had done to deserve such a fate. It was too tragic.
To die in a dream without understanding why, to starve to death, or perhaps to commit suicide...
These man-faced birds truly lived a grand life but died a stifled death.
In the live stream.
"Holy crap, the boss's method is so high-end, so brilliant! It actually has this kind of effect, resolving them in their sleep, and dying of loneliness, haha, ruthless."
"This is called effectiveness. At least we don't see it, but how did these man-faced birds come about?"
"We'll ask later, but I still have something to remind them of. The man-faced birds are dealt with, but there's still a monkey inside the mouth of that man-faced bird..."
"Damn it, I almost forgot if you hadn't mentioned it. That's right, there's still a monkey in there. That monkey's speed and aggression are not to be underestimated."
"The main thing is its insidious nature, hiding in its mouth and attacking from behind. Truly despicable."
...
Inside the tomb.
Although the man-faced birds were inactive, the monkeys in their mouths couldn't sit still. They emerged one by one.
Their bodies were all red, baring their teeth and looking at the people with fierce eyes.
Captain Lin of the mercenaries looked at the monkeys, his wounds throbbing. He felt even more enraged looking at them.
He then raised his pistol and aimed it at a monkey.
Bang!!
A shot hit the monkey's forehead. The monkey immediately fell to the ground, a red hole in its head.
Red liquid flowed out.
Seeing this, the other monkeys swarmed forward. Their fingernails were half a meter long and extremely sharp.
A scratch from them would likely expose bone.
The mercenaries, seeing this, raised their weapons and began to shoot.
But these monkeys were faster than they expected. Only a few were hit, while the rest, with their claws extended, advanced towards them.
The mercenaries drew their daggers, intending to engage in close combat to kill them, but this situation was equally useless to them.
Instead, these monkeys inflicted wounds on the mercenaries, with blood splattered on their shoulders and faces.
Seeing this, Zhou Lin picked up his flute. The melody he played this time was different from before.
It was fast-paced. The monkeys, who were attacking the mercenaries, instinctively covered their ears upon hearing this sound and fell to the ground in pain.
Their already ferocious faces contorted further in agony.
The mercenaries and the archaeological team were bewildered, looking at the monkeys with confusion. What was happening to them now?
Old Tang and the metaphysics professor looked at Zhou Lin. The flute was truly extraordinary. Why did they hear nothing special, while these monkeys reacted so drastically?
Could the flute differentiate its effects?
They then saw the monkeys clutching their heads—
Suddenly...
Bang!
Their heads exploded, spraying red viscous fluid mixed with white brain matter, splattering everywhere.
The mercenaries were also covered in the mess.
"Ah..."
The archaeological team members' visual nerves struggled to process the scene. They quickly covered their eyes, accompanied by a scream.
Old Tang and the metaphysics professor had studied many ancient corpses, but this kind of scene was truly difficult to accept...
They too quickly closed their eyes, unable to bear watching further.
In their ears, Zhou Lin's melody continued to play.
In the live stream.
"Holy crap, I can't handle this visual impact. I'm going to vomit."
"Damn it, this thing is truly cruel, and somewhat disgusting."
"The boss's method doesn't look pleasant, but it's very effective."
"What's disgusting? When you were eating monkey brains, why didn't you say you found it disgusting?"
"Exactly, the boss's flute is truly awesome. This melody is really good, very satisfying to listen to."
...
In the dean's conference room.
Everyone was stunned by Zhou Lin's flute. The melodies it produced had astonishing effects. Previously, it sounded gentle.
But now, it was fast-paced yet powerfully aggressive.
"This flute..."
The dean looked at the big screen with excitement.
"This flute has great research value. I wonder if Professor Zhou would be willing to let us study it..."
Professor Hu looked at the big screen with great excitement, a faint glow in his eyes.
"But I doubt it. Professor Zhou might not agree. I just want to see it; I'm not greedy."
Professor Wen glanced at Professor Wen. A professor who studied weapons was so interested in a flute; it was like seeing a ghost.
Did he think this flute was some kind of weapon?
"But Professor Zhou might not agree to this request. We can discuss it when he returns. If you do research, I hope you'll include me..."
"Me too, me too. I'm not greedy, I just want to watch. Nothing else matters."