Tomb raiding: following the plot while tearing up the script

The group got off the car one after another and followed Aning through the area that resembled camping tents. Behind them was a cluster of uniquely styled dome-shaped tents.

These dome-shaped tents are different from the simple, easy-to-set-up tents found around here. They look like they were set up by locals who also run accommodation businesses on the side.

Following Aning, we entered the largest tent, which was a space similar to a living room. It was carpeted and furnished with some old-fashioned wooden furniture in a novel style, which should be unique to Tibetans.

The tent was quite spacious inside, and even with such a large group of people squeezing in, it didn't feel crowded.

After a long and bumpy journey, the group found a place to sit down, and someone came in to pour them tea.

Su Li looked at the steaming butter tea in the teacup in her hand, smelled it curiously, but didn't take a sip for the time being. Instead, she looked at Wu Xie.

Wu Xie tilted his head, took a sip, and smacked his lips.

"It's salty and quite fragrant, like drinking salty milk tea."

Upon hearing this description, Su Li leaned closer to the teacup and sniffed it. It smelled a bit oily and a bit milky, and it was quite intoxicating.

I carefully took a bite...

Hmm... it's not bad, but he still prefers sweet milk tea.

As they were holding their teacups, drinking seriously or professionally, someone came in.

It was the elderly woman, Droma, who would later act as the human guide.

The old lady had a head of white hair and looked a bit thin, but she seemed to be in good health.

The person carefully supporting her on the side should be Chen Wenjin, who is disguised as Dingzhu Zhuoma's daughter-in-law.

Both of them were dressed in Tibetan clothing. Chen Wenjin had also put some effort into her face to conceal her appearance, making her look like an ordinary Tibetan woman.

The two walked past Su Li, a faint fragrance wafting past their noses.

He recognizes this aroma; it's the scent of a forbidden woman's bones.

He's already handled three: two genuine and one high-quality replica. So, is this Chen Wenjin one... a semi-finished product?

'System? Why aren't you saying anything? Aren't you trying to earn points quite diligently?'

'Beep beep, the target hasn't completely mutated yet. Its body retains most human functions and its thinking is still human. It can only be considered a carrier of the Forbidden Woman gene, and cannot be categorized as a bizarre creature.'

The system's mechanical voice responded in a timely manner.

The translation is...

It's still alive, only slightly dead. It can't be sold. For details, please refer to the Universal Biological Protection Law *The Lost Tomb World Chapter*.

OK.

Su Li wasn't too disappointed. After all, this was Zhang Ge's former colleague. He had already let Huo Ling, who had been completely expelled from the human realm, go. This one was still within the human realm.

He couldn't understand the gibberish Tibetan they were speaking, and the translator's accent was quite heavy. It was just about the route they were going to take, and he just had to follow along.

Leaning against Wu Xie, I idly pulled out my phone and started playing Tetris.

After the matter was settled, Hei Xiazi grabbed one of them by the hand and tossed them into the tent to rest.

They arrived in the early hours of the morning, when it was already dawn and they were just waiting for the sunrise.

Some people in the camp had already gotten up and started packing their things and taking inventory of their equipment.

The entire team set off at noon, seemingly without stopping for a moment.

The road conditions ahead were not good, so their vehicles were left behind, and they all boarded the modified jeeps here.

Along the way, the desolate and bleak Gobi Desert scenery initially piqued Su Li's interest, but he soon became listless. All he could see were the same sights and landscapes, the same scenery he had seen with the Iron-Blooded Fools before, except that he had been in a helicopter last time, so the view was different from now.

Feeling a bit uncomfortable with the increasingly dry climate along the way, bored, Su Li simply leaned back in her seat and let her consciousness sink into the Imperial Rest Realm.

The Emperor's Rest Realm can be said to be an internal space that emerged from the endless years of the Emperor's Rest Tree.

Unlike ordinary storage spaces that can only store inanimate objects, the Emperor's Rest Realm, nourished by the life force of the Emperor's Rest Tree over countless years, has long been a small secret realm.

After he exploded, if his master hadn't rescued him quickly, his Emperor's Rest Realm might have become a treasure trove for exploration in the cultivation world.

If the younger generation of the sect went out to train and brought back something from the Emperor's Rest Realm, Master and the others would probably be on edge...

No, no, I can't think about it, it's too terrifying...

The space was teeming with life, making it perfect for plant growth. At that moment, Su Li's consciousness was focused on a lush, verdant mountain that had appeared in the space.

These spirit fruit trees...

Master won't make the sect leader cry, will he?

Sect Leader: I wouldn't say I cried from anger, it's just that my Dao heart is a little unstable.

……

The convoy sped along, resupplying along the way and losing several vehicles before finally reaching the last village – Lancuo.

As the last place where they could see signs of human habitation, they would rest here for a while before continuing their journey.

In the middle of the night, as the plot unfolds, Wu Xie and Zhang Qiling are summoned away by Zaxi, the grandson of Dingzhu Zhuoma, to deliver Chen Wenjin's message.

Wu Xie almost lost his composure when he thought about Chen Wenjin standing right in front of him, listening to someone else relay his message.

After Dingzhu Zhuoma and her people left, only Zhang Qiling and Wuxie remained in the wooden house, staring at each other in bewilderment.

Wu Xie held a bowl of butter tea in his hands, his dog-like eyes fixed on Zhang Qiling.

The room was completely silent...

Don't try to outlast your brother Zhang in terms of patience; he has plenty of patience.

Finally, Wu Xie couldn't help but speak up.

"Shall we... have a fight now?"

Zhang Qiling: …

"Bring Ali over here, this part should be quite classic, right?"

Having already heard some slight noises, Zhang Qiling stared at a certain window, not wanting to speak.

Wu Xie followed Zhang Qiling's gaze and looked out the window...

Should we hide that tuft of black, thread-like object that keeps shaking?

Unaware that her ponytail had been exposed, Su Li and Hei Xiazi were squatting under the window, covering each other's mouths to suppress their laughter.

I'm afraid I might accidentally miss a classic scene.

Fatty Wang and Xie Yuchen leaned against the windows on either side of the window; Xie Yuchen looked at the sky, while Fatty Wang looked at the ground.

Putting aside the perverse pleasure of waiting to witness classic scenes, just looking at those two clowns on the ground is quite amusing.

"You four..." A faint voice came from above. The two people, who had somehow evolved from covering each other's mouths to pinching each other's cheeks, looked up.

Behind the innocent, puffy face was Zhang Qiling's calm and handsome face.

"Hi~"

Good evening~

This is pretty awkward...

Wu Xie's dead fish face—that was truly a classic moment. I was still considering whether to bring Ali over to perform a segment for him, but I didn't expect this group of fun-loving people to be so impatient and show up uninvited...

I suddenly feel so ashamed!!!