Tomb raiding: following the plot while tearing up the script

In the underground world, there is no day or night; whether to rest in place or set up camp depends entirely on the time on your watch.

It's hard to imagine that in ancient times, without so many portable timekeeping tools as we have now, those traveling in such an environment might have lost their sense of time over time and ended up getting trapped and dying.

When the clock on his wrist pointed to nine o'clock in the evening, Jie Lianhuan rubbed his tired brow and ordered them to rest and spend the night on the spot. The men following behind him rummaged through their equipment and found a smokeless stove, lit a few more fires, and started cooking canned porridge.

The aroma of canned food filled the small space, and Su Li, who had never tried cooking porridge with canned food before, sniffed.

Wu Xie's wicked little eyes fixed on the Swiss watch on Jie Lianhuan's wrist, and he was already considering the possibility of taking it off while Jie was sleeping.

I thought about it and decided against it. The old man is a bit too sensitive right now, and I'm afraid he'll break down in front of him.

Unaware that he had almost been tormented by his cheap nephew again, Jie Lianhuan arranged for the night watchmen, while the rest of the people found places to rest, using either blankets or sleeping bags.

For Jie Lianhuan, the mental torment of the day far outweighed the physical exhaustion. He was now quite satisfied to be able to rest quietly for a while and not have to hear Wu Xie and the others making a ruckus anymore.

If Wu Xie knew about this idea, the sly and mischievous Wu Xiaogou would definitely get his friends to play two games of Dou Dizhu (a card game) to help Lao Deng get some sleep.

唉……小狗还是太善良了?0?0(?0?7?0?7)?0?6

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Wrapped in a blanket and making do for the night in the passage, Aning felt that she had been corrupted by the comfortable environment of the past few days. Although she had been sleeping on a soft bed and with soft pillows all the way into the rainforest, she now felt uncomfortable all over after sleeping in front of the stone walls.

Hedonism is unacceptable...

Su Li, still half asleep, crawled out of her sleeping bag with messy long hair. She heard Aning squatting to the side, muttering self-criticism to herself, and scratched her head...

What was she muttering to herself?

Taking advantage of the fact that no one was looking, she pulled out a hot towel from her spatial storage and rubbed her face. The little rascal was fully revitalized, tied her hair up, and started spreading warmth everywhere...

Grabbing each of their friends and stuffing them with hot towels, etc...

Tell me, is it warm or not...?

Zhang Qiling held the hot towel she had just pulled from the boiling water; it was so comforting…

The time spent rushing along was tedious and tedious. If it weren't for the steepness and width of the passageway, Su Li would have wanted to pull out her skateboard to get around.

There are too many spies in the team, it's really unsettling...

Fortunately, perseverance pays off. When the group stepped into the space filled with mycelium and stagnant water...

"Beep beep, a strange creature has been detected—a crested snake (intelligent version). Its intelligence progress is 0.88%, which can be redeemed for 1200 points. Do you want to redeem it?"

"Beep beep, a strange creature has been detected—a crested snake (intelligent version). Its intelligence progress is 0.1%, which can be redeemed for 800 points. Do you want to redeem it?"

"Beep beep, a strange creature has been detected—a crested snake (intelligent version). Its intelligence progress is 0.15%, which can be redeemed for 1000 points. Do you want to redeem it?"

"Beep beep, detected..."

To my utter surprise, I thought they had already swept away most of the pheasants, but it turns out that the ones I took were all dutiful sons and grandsons. The real grandparents were actually hiding here and hadn't come out at all.

Tsk tsk tsk, little naiveté, your charm isn't enough...

This space connects several passageways, and its overall layout is quite similar to the space where they used their dramatic flair to scare Xie Lianhuan.

Jie Lianhuan watched as the mycelium, which had spread everywhere, completely blocked the wall. They had to rummage through the mycelium to find a mark.

"Warning! There might be a large pheasant neck here!" When Xie Lianhuan saw a pile of fresh and large snake skins that one of his men had pulled out, his expression changed, and he quickly drew his gun to be on guard.

Just by looking at the size of that snake molt, you can tell what's hiding here is no easy target; one wrong move and everyone could lose their lives...

Everyone was on high alert...

Suddenly, a cry of alarm rang out as a huge red shadow flashed before their eyes. Despite being mentally prepared, the crowd couldn't handle the sudden attack, and chaos erupted instantly.

The fiery red snake's body was thicker than any other snake they had encountered along the way, and a single sweep of its tail could create a human-shaped collage.

Jie Lianhuan sternly shouted to stop the terrified men who were running around in a frenzy, but the mob wouldn't listen. They didn't care what was behind the passage in order to avoid danger, and rushed in with their eyes closed.

A perfectly good team fell apart in an instant, but whether this disintegration was unintentional or intentional is hard to say...

Before him, a giant snake with its gaping maw charged toward him. Xie Lianhuan's hands moved faster than his brain; he fired a shot, rolled to the ground, and when he looked up again…

Where the hell is he??

Faced with the suddenly empty space, Jie Lianhuan almost had a mental breakdown.

Not only was it deserted, but damn it, even the snakes were gone...

The space fell silent instantly, save for the dripping sound of water, each drop adding psychological pressure to the old fox...

Jie Lianhuan even began to wonder if he was hallucinating.

Screams seemed to come from several passageways, then quickly stopped. Xie Lianhuan cautiously gripped his gun, remaining on guard alone.

A strong hand slapped on his shoulder, and the instant Jie Lianhuan pulled the trigger, it grabbed his hand and fired a shot overhead.

With a loud bang, the stone wall shattered by the gunshot sent fragments of rock flying everywhere...

"Third Master, that's not very fair of you. How can you take a shot at your own teammate?"

A nonchalant voice came from behind him, and Xie Lianhuan breathed a sigh of relief and turned around.

Then he saw the black bear standing behind him with Su Li, who was smiling broadly. Su Li was writing something in a notebook in her hand.

(Zu Li: On a certain day of a certain month of a certain year, Xie Laodeng fired a shot at a blind man, increased the daily early morning target practice, and posted a slogan to recite: The muzzle of a gun should never be pointed at a teammate.)

This laptop looks familiar...

Isn't this the book that Wu Xie, that brat, gave him to write his will?

Oh, right, Wuxie!!!

"Why are there only the two of you? Where are the others?" Xie Lianhuan couldn't help but ask.

"Ah... the situation was too chaotic just now. A lot of pheasant necks suddenly appeared, and the team was thrown into chaos..."

"I'm not trying to be mean, but you didn't really act like a good match this time. Each of you has your own agenda and serves your own master, and you turn tail and run when trouble comes...blah blah blah..."

As Xie Lianhuan watched Hei Xiazi's conversation veer off-topic, and he began to ramble on about his own loose tongue, Xie Lianhuan silently pinched his philtrum...

Feeling powerless and outnumbered, Jie Lianhuan endured Hei Xiazi's incessant chatter, secretly gathering his strength and adjusting his breathing...