Entertainment Secrets: Playing the role of Qilin, Mimi loves it so much

The bronze door suddenly vibrated, making a heavy and distant sound.

Then, the door slowly opened a crack, revealing a deep passage.

Ye Bai jumped in without hesitation.

When he saw the light again, what appeared before his eyes was a wilderness covered with withered grass.

The air was filled with a strong stench of corpses, faintly mixed with the stench of corruption.

Ye Bai covered his nose and ran forward. In such a place, he was worried that he would attract zombies.

He was very glad that he did not choose to stay outside, otherwise he would definitely not be alive today.

He was walking through the woods when he suddenly saw the branches of an ancient tree swaying, as if something was peeping at him.

"This tree... is so strange!"

Ye Bai stopped and looked at the ancient tree with a solemn expression.

Yang Mi stood nearby and raised her eyebrows, her bright eyes full of confusion.

There is such a world deep in the ancient tomb!

Even the viewers in the live broadcast room were shocked.

Peach Blossom Spring?

But something seemed wrong, there was a strange smell in the air.

The dead branches made a slight friction sound above Ye Bai's head.

The hairs on the back of his neck suddenly stood up, and the three copper coin darts in his palm were already thrown towards the tree trunk.

The moment the copper coin embedded itself into the bark, the entire bark suddenly began to show purple-black veins...

That's not bark at all!

Instead, it is layers of air-dried human skin.

Yang Mi's champagne-colored high heels suddenly sank into the mud.

She staggered and held onto the tree trunk, and her fingertips suddenly touched some sticky liquid.

The moment he raised his hand, dark green pus oozed from the gaps between his ten bright red nails.

"This this……"

A wisp of grayish-white floc suddenly fell from the dead branches and brushed against Ye Bai's neck.

The light spot of the tactical flashlight shook violently, illuminating the densely packed inverted cocoons deep in the tree canopy.

Each one is the size of an adult, and its surface is covered with spider-web-like purple-red lines.

Yang Mi's detector suddenly emitted a high-frequency beep.

She stared at the screen with her pupils shrinking. The instrument showed that the concentration of pollen in the air was rising at a rate of 3% per second.

The Luoyang shovel on the side of the backpack was suddenly stuck by some kind of mucus.

A thin blue smoke rose from the metal surface.

"Don't touch that slime!"

Ye Bai grabbed the back of her collar and pulled her back, the zipper of her jacket leaving a deep red indentation under his fingertips.

Three copper coin darts slipped from his sleeves, making crackling sounds when they touched the rotten leaves on the ground.

The edges were a strange dark green.

The barrage of comments in the live broadcast room suddenly exploded, and half of a rotten human face flashed in the lower right corner of the camera.

The thing was embedded in the fork of the tree trunk, and its dry eyeball was slowly turning with the flashlight.

There was a rustling sound in the withered grass.

Twenty meters away, a humanoid black shadow was stretching its joints, making a creaking sound similar to the friction of wet leather.

Yang Mi's nails began to feel hot, and the meteorite earrings suddenly stuck to the surface of the detector.

She felt half a piece of pottery embedded in the crack of the tree trunk, and the eyes of the Taotie pattern were shining with a nano-level metallic luster.

This is not the craft of the Shang and Zhou dynasties at all.

"Retreat eastward."

Ye Bai suddenly pressed down his twitching right wrist, and the old scar bulged into a purple-blue color.

He smelled rust mixed with the stench of decay, a sign of a rainstorm.

The tactical flashlight swept across the pile of stones in the distance, illuminating half of a stone tablet engraved with cuneiform characters.

The inscription was oozing dark red liquid, which looked very much like dried blood.

"What's the story behind this inscription?"

Yang Mi's attention was also attracted by the inscription, and she took the detector and looked closer.

Ye Bai pulled out the copper coin dart with great effort, threw it away and said, "This is the sacrificial altar that Zhuge Wuhou built at the beginning of the Qin Dynasty to prevent thieves."

Altar?

Yang Mi frowned slightly and continued to study the inscription.

At this moment, the sound of a clicking mechanism came from the stone pestle in the distance.

The two men immediately tensed their muscles.

Ye Bai held the saber in his hand and looked around vigilantly.

Suddenly, he growled, "Get down!"

At the same time, Yang Mi felt a sharp pain in her chest, as if something was trying to drill into it, making her tremble all over.

The next second, a huge monster slammed into the altar!

"Boom-"

The giant object landed with a dull thud, sending up clouds of dust.

Ye Bai and Yang Mi escaped the disaster, but both of them were in a very miserable state.

Yang Mi's cheek was swollen and deformed, and her lips were broken and bleeding.

Ye Bai's face was smashed into black, leaving only a pair of sharp eyes.

He almost thought he was dead just now.

"Come on!"

Ye Bai pushed Yang Mi away. He could clearly hear the chewing sound coming from the stone pestle behind him.

Although Yang Mi really wanted to stay and help, she knew that if she acted blindly, she would only drag Ye Bai down.

Ye Bai took Yang Mi and ran into a corridor. He kicked open one of the doors.

Inside was a small, secret room with ancient candlesticks embedded in the walls.

The flickering firelight illuminated the two people's vague faces.

"Why is there a mechanism on this door?"

Yang Mi was panting, her fingers tightly gripping the Luoyang shovel, her knuckles turning white.

Ye Bai didn't answer.

His eyes were fixed on the door, trying to catch every slight sound.

"Something is wrong here."

he whispered.

"We have to find an exit quickly."

In the corner of the secret room stood a pile of rotten wooden boxes, emitting a musty smell.

Ye Bai walked forward and carefully opened one of the boxes.

Broken pottery shards and rusty tools were scattered inside.

“These tools…”

Yang Mi bent down, picked up a rusty copper chisel, and gently stroked the lines on it with her fingers.

"These are not ordinary tomb-robbing tools, but more like some kind of ritual objects."

Ye Bai frowned, he suddenly squatted down and shone the flashlight at the marks on the floor.

There was a shallow groove in the floor, as if something heavy had been moved there.

"Look at this."

He ran his finger along the edge of the groove.

“It’s not something that happens naturally.”

Yang Mi's heart beat faster and she felt an inexplicable chill running up her spine.

Ye Bai's fingers slid slowly along the groove, and the texture under his fingertips was cold and rough.

The beam of the flashlight wandered across the floor, suddenly illuminating a few drops of dark red liquid in the corner of the wall.

"Blood?"

Yang Mi's voice trembled slightly, and a hint of fear flashed in her eyes behind her glasses.

Ye Bai didn't say anything. He stood up and walked quickly to the corner of the wall, leaning over to carefully observe the dried marks.

His nose was almost touching the wall and his breathing became rapid.

“Fresh.”

He said calmly, "No more than two days at most."

Yang Mi subconsciously took a step back.

The tip of the Luoyang shovel accidentally hit the wooden box behind him, making a dull "bang" sound.

The sound echoed in the small space, sounding particularly harsh.

"Shh!"

Ye Bai turned around abruptly, raising his right index finger to his lips.

His left hand was already on the hilt of the saber at his waist, his knuckles turning white from the force.

A slight rustling sound came from the darkness, as if someone was dragging something slowly approaching.

Yang Mi held her breath and felt her heartbeat was frighteningly loud.