System: Infinite Evolution into Qilin Bloodline

Fatty became unusual at this moment, his words interspersed with inexplicable syllables, like whispers from another time, forming a stark contrast with the tranquility of the surrounding environment.

This change made everyone present tense, especially when Zhang Hao, Wu Tianzhen, and Zhang Qilin quickly realized that the fat man's speech was not simply abnormal, but that he had been cursed by the legendary black magic.

Zhang Qilin moved swiftly, instantly drawing the black and gold ancient sword from his waist.

He lightly ran his fingers along the blade, and a tiny yet sharp cut instantly appeared at his fingertip.

Bright red blood slowly seeped out; it was the blood of the Qilin, containing ancient and mysterious power.

Without the slightest hesitation, Zhang Qilin fed the fat man a drop of precious Qilin blood.

At that moment, a faint, indescribable fragrance seemed to fill the air—the unique scent of Qilin blood, capable of dispelling all evil and filth.

However, as time passed, the fat man's condition did not improve at all. On the contrary, his strange words became more and more frequent, and his eyes began to show pain and struggle.

This scene left everyone present in a state of deep shock.

A hint of disbelief flashed in Zhang Hao's eyes. He knew all too well how precious and powerful Zhang Qilin's Qilin blood was. Many diseases that even modern medicine couldn't cure could be easily resolved with Qilin blood.

Now, this seemingly unsolvable curse cannot even be shaken in the slightest by the blood of the Qilin. How could this not shock him!

Wu Tianzhen covered her mouth with both hands, her eyes reddening.

The fat man was thus controlled by an invisible force, and he was powerless to do anything about it.

He thought of Zhang Hao, who also had Qilin blood, but then he shook his head. Since Zhang Qilin's blood had no effect, Zhang Hao's condition must be similar.

Just then, Zhang Hao stepped forward.

"Let me try."

Zhang Hao's voice was not loud, but it was exceptionally clear.

He knew that the Qilin blood flowing in his veins had undergone a qualitative leap after several fortuitous encounters and trials, and its purity was far superior to that of Zhang Qilin's Qilin blood. Helping the fat man break the curse should not be a problem.

In the blink of an eye, Zhang Hao drew a sharp dagger from his waist.

Without the slightest hesitation, he twisted his wrist, and the dagger sliced ​​a thin line into his fingertip.

Bright red blood gushed out immediately. Unlike Zhang Qilin's calm and restrained Qilin blood, Zhang Hao's Qilin blood seemed to contain a more violent and primal power, as if it could ignite every molecule in the air.

He carefully dripped the drop of Qilin blood, which contained supreme power, into the fat man's mouth.

In an instant, the fat man's eyes began to clear, and the strange syllables slowly disappeared from his throat, replaced by a familiar and warm voice.

"I...what's wrong with me?"

The fat man muttered to himself, his voice still somewhat weak, but it was enough to invigorate everyone present.

He tried hard to recall what had happened, but his memory was shrouded in a fog, blurry and unclear.

"You've been cursed."

Zhang Hao explained briefly, his tone revealing exhaustion yet unwavering determination:

"But it's alright now, I've already used Qilin blood to remove it for you."

Upon hearing this, everyone's faces showed surprise, especially Zhang Qilin, whose eyes flashed with a complex emotion.

He never imagined that his prized Qilin blood would seem so powerless at this moment, while Zhang Hao's Qilin blood could easily dispel this seemingly unsolvable curse.

"What...what's going on?"

Wu Tianzhen broke the silence first, his voice trembling slightly, reflecting both shock at Zhang Hao's abilities and awe of the unknown power.

Zhang Hao smiled slightly and explained:

"Everyone's Qilin blood is unique. The reason why my Qilin blood can work is perhaps because its power corresponds to the black magic."

Zhang Hao casually made up an explanation: the fact that his Qilin blood could evolve was his secret, and naturally he couldn't easily tell others, not even his closest relatives.

The fewer people who know about this, the better.

Upon hearing this, the fat man understood and felt even more loyal and grateful to Zhang Hao.

He stepped forward, patted Zhang Hao on the shoulder, and said in a deep voice, "Brother Zhang Hao, thank you. Your abilities really make me so envious I almost became jealous, but I'm also proud of you."

I am incredibly fortunate to have a brother like you.

Zhang Hao smiled slightly and waved his hand: "Don't say that. We are all partners fighting for the same goal."

Without your support and help, I wouldn't have gotten to where I am today.

This unexpected turn of events not only gave Fatty a new lease on life, but also deepened the bond between him and Zhang Hao.

With Fatty's recovery, Zhang Hao and his group once again explored the main hall, searching for the entrance to the Tomb of the King of Yunnan.

Before leaving, Zhang Hao flicked his palm, and a bolt of lightning struck the corpse that the fat man had brought down from the beam, blasting him into nothingness.

Inside that magnificent hall, suspended among the clouds and resembling a fairyland, Zhang Hao, Wu Tianzhen, Fatty, and Zhang Qilin explored with powerful flashlights in hand.

Inside the main hall, the carved beams and painted rafters, every detail exudes an ancient and mysterious charm.

Half an hour later, they searched every corner, from the towering dome to the stone walls inlaid with strange symbols, from the well-arranged altars to the deep and dark corridors, but they still could not find the entrance to the underground palace.

Zhang Hao frowned, his eyes flashing with a thoughtful light.

He suddenly stopped, looked around, and felt an unprecedented intuition welling up inside him.

To him, the splendor and complexity of the main hall seemed more like a meticulously crafted illusion, designed to wear down the explorers' patience and will, causing them to lose their way in this endless labyrinth and ultimately give up the search for the true secret.

"We may have been fooled by the appearance of this grand hall!"

Zhang Hao's voice echoed in the empty hall, carrying an undeniable firmness.

He turned to the crowd and continued, "The true entrance may not be in this magnificent palace, but hidden in a place we have not noticed."

Upon hearing this, a glint of light flashed in Wu Tianzhen's eyes: "Uncle is right. This hall is fraught with danger. Even Brother Qilin's blood can't break the curse. If it weren't for Uncle, anyone would have been killed by the curse long ago."

The fat man also looked as if he had just realized something, his eyes shining as he said:

"Then haven't we fallen into a trap? Where is the real entrance?"

"If the trap is designed so cleverly, there must be a lot of good stuff in the tomb!"