Tomb Robber: Oops, I think I met a tomb robber.

Where did the transparent pollution source left by Wumian go? First, it disappeared immediately after being thrown down the mountain. According to Wumian's assumption, after the pollution source fell into the Zhang family's residential area below, it would continue to produce black gas over time in a place where no one noticed. This black gas would automatically spread outward, contaminating everyone it came into contact with. As long as they waited long enough, it would not be difficult to contaminate the entire Zhang family again. At that time, they would control the black gas to kill the targets they had not killed, and the mission would be completely completed. But things don't always develop as expected.

Not long after the two left, the abandoned pollution source began to move spontaneously and quickly in one direction.

Although it has no intelligence, it still has the most basic instincts. The more and stronger the negative emotions are, the faster it will develop. So when there is a place with extremely strong negative emotions, the source of pollution will fly towards that place frantically without looking back, just like a person who has been hungry for several days finally sees delicious food, extremely excited and out of control.

The source of the pollution came to the palace where Qiuyue lived. There were dozens of people sitting dejectedly in the palace at this time. They were undoubtedly Zhang Shouxu, Zhang Zhenyi and others. They looked at the ground with pale and lifeless faces. No one spoke. The unconscious official was sent to his own bedroom to lie down. No one else cared about him.

They took their anger and resentment out on him, and not killing him was already the result of their utmost restraint. How could they possibly care about his life or death?

After the pollution source came to this hall, it began to tremble with excitement. All the people here were the training ground it had always dreamed of. As long as it could find anyone to get in, it would develop rapidly, and then it wouldn't be long before the black gas would be produced again!

The pollution source floated in the air and looked at these people, as if he was choosing his favorite product. Soon, the pollution source took a fancy to the person with the most negative emotions - Zhang Shouxu.

The intense pain and despair that almost turned into substance made the pollution source extremely excited. It did not stay for long, and rushed directly towards him at an astonishing speed. It penetrated into Zhang Shouxu's body in the blink of an eye.

Zhang Shouxu was completely unaware that there were already a few dried and bloody tear marks on his face. There was an unconcealable sadness in his eyes, and he looked so confused that there was no trace of his previous high spirits.

Why won't the sufferings of this world let him go...

When Zhang Shouxu couldn't control himself and shed tears of blood again, a ball of transparent and invisible mucus came out of his body again. It was the source of pollution that had just entered not long ago.

Compared to the pollution source that was the size of a football just now, the pollution source at this moment looked as if most of it had been cut off, and it had shrunk to the size of a ping-pong ball. Its instincts seemed to have been erased, and it was shaking staggeringly in the air, looking like it was crazy.

The shaking source of pollution did not survive for too long. After trembling for a few minutes, the ball of transparent mucus the size of a ping-pong ball suddenly stopped shaking and fell down, hitting a person directly and melting into him silently. The person who was hit had his pupils trembling, and then he fell down instantly, attracting the attention and panic of the people around him.

The commotion here did not attract Zhang Shouxu's attention, or rather, there was no one else who could attract his attention.

"Aling..."

Is Qiuyue really dead?

At this moment, in a dark and gloomy space, a very tired voice muttered to itself: "Hmm, is this the place? Oh... no, it's spelled wrong..."

"Gada."

"Well, it's not here either, here... um, right..."

"Gada."

"Well, my arm is healed..."

"Gada."

One after another, click sounds similar to the sound of pieces of a puzzle being put together echoed in this oppressive space. The voices sounded extremely clear, but it was impossible to tell whether they were male or female, as they kept talking slowly to themselves.

"Sorry, kid, I'm so tired. I can only help you a little..."

"The body I put back together might not be as good as before..."

"I'm sorry I can't tell you your name, because I don't know it either..."

"Its power has become stronger. I can't help you dispel it..."

"My child, I've made you suffer so much..."

"Once I've put it together, I'll let my children help you with the rest. Fortunately, you have such a physique..."

"Really, you've worked so hard..."

"After I put your body back together, I will fall asleep. I hope you can succeed..."

"I'll get a little creature to follow you. It might not be that useful, but... it can at least bring you some luck and help..."

"My world is locked. People inside can't leave, and people outside can't come in..."

"If I really can't save you, child, I will use my last bit of energy to send you away... This is the last thing I can do. I'm sorry, child..."

Time passed by, and more and more golden lights as fine as powder were pieced together into fragments. A beautiful woman, wearing a gorgeous and soft platinum dress, lay flat on the soft clouds. Her chest rose and fell slowly and peacefully, and she looked like she had fallen into a sweet dream. The voice that had been talking to herself had disappeared, and the whole space was visibly dimming.

When the space fell into complete darkness, the beauty on the clouds suddenly disappeared.

In the dense and uninhabited wild forest, a half-dead voice sounded weakly.

"I said, dead people—"

Tu Lu collapsed on the messy grass, picking off the leaves stuck on his head and shouting at the person who was still standing upright.

"When are we going to find the place? Is this really the place the master said? Are you taking the wrong path?"

Wumian, who was being called, ignored his complaints as usual, quickly glanced at the surrounding environment, and continued to walk forward with steady and silent steps. When Tu Lu saw that he didn't wait for him, he immediately laughed out of anger.

"Damn it, how come you're still like this after all these years? What on earth did the Lord do wrong when he created you to make you into this rotten state?"

Tu Lu got up again, cursing, dusted himself off, and continued to follow him, still talking non-stop.

"What on earth is the Master thinking? How could a dead person be alive again? And he wants us to go find her?"

"..."

"But it would be interesting if we did find her. I still remember how beautiful she was."

"..."

"The memories our Lord gave us are too few. Just a few scenes. What can we do with such little memory?"

"..."

"By the way, why don't you change us first, otherwise it will be too difficult to change by the time we find her."

Wumian suddenly paused and turned to look at Tu Lu. Tu Lu was startled by his sudden stop. When he saw him raise his hand, he couldn't help but say, "Wow, you finally want to fight me?"

Wumian looked at him expressionlessly, raised his hand and stretched it towards him. Tu Lu subconsciously dodged: "Hey, hey, hey, what do you want?"

Wumian's hand paused, and his dead eyes stared at him. Tu Lu actually saw a hint of speechless emotion in his eyes. He thought about it and then remembered what he had just said.

"Damn it, can't you just open your mouth and say something? How can I possibly know what you're going to do if you suddenly reach out your hand?"

Of course, Tu Lu would not blame himself for forgetting what he had just said. He would only blame someone for having a useless mouth.

When Wumian grabbed his arm and began to change, Tu Lu's mind began to wander unconsciously.

As early as five days ago, Wumian and Tu Lun, who had just crawled out of the cemetery, received the news from above. This time the news spread very quickly, no longer the situation as before where it took several hours to get just one word. When they received the task, both of them were silent.

The general content of the mission is that the woman who appeared in Zhang's house more than ten years ago and can fight against the black air has appeared again. Their mission here is to approach her and bring her back. During the process, they must not let her notice anything unusual or feel hostile. Instead, they must make her follow them willingly until they reach the cave where they were born. Only then will the mission be completed.

The mission was not over after they accepted it. Suddenly, many different memory scenes appeared in the minds of the two people. They were all scenes of the woman interacting with other people they had never met before.

Although it didn't say anything after dropping the memory, Wumian and Tu Lu both understood what it meant. It wanted them to disguise themselves as the men who appeared in those memory scenes and approach her.

If an ordinary person were to disguise themselves and approach someone, there would definitely be clues no matter how they disguise themselves. But Wumian is different. He was given the ability to change his appearance in many ways. He could disguise himself or others as another person 100%, no matter the body shape, appearance, voice, height or other aspects. However, this was limited to appearance. If the person being disguised had any differences in his body or was sick, there would be no way to become the same. Unless he knew this in advance, Wumian could disguise himself accurately.

In addition to the disguised appearance, Wumian and Tu Lu also need to infer the character of the person they are going to play based on the memory fragments given above. Otherwise, it is impossible to make people completely trust them just by relying on the exact same appearance. In this regard, Tu Lu said that he is not optimistic about a certain person at all. After all, how can that person, who is so dead that he can't even utter a few words, play a good person?