Tomb raiding: following the plot while tearing up the script

They're incredibly wealthy and extravagant!

If they all moved back to Wushanju in Hangzhou, then Liang Shiye wouldn't have such an eyesore every time he went to Wushanju.

Wu Xie couldn't help but sigh to himself when he thought of the old man's expression of "Boss, are you kidding me?" when he first visited his little antique shop.

"So, brother, what do we do now?" Wu Xie asked.

"Follow in my footsteps."

As Zhang Qiling spoke, he stepped into the area of ​​floor tiles engraved with patterns. With each step, a white spiritual energy was attached to the floor tiles beneath his feet to prevent the people behind him from stepping in the wrong place.

Wu Xie, who is often absent-minded and accidentally steps on a mechanism: Is it clicking on me? Not sure, let me check again.

Following specific steps, Zhang Qiling traversed the entire second floor without stopping. When walking up the stairs, he deliberately avoided the stairs to the first and third floors, and stopped on the fourth floor.

"The guy who designed this mechanism is pretty cunning. If someone manages to dodge the trap on the second floor and breathes a sigh of relief, thinking everything is fine, then relaxes and steps onto the stairs, oh ho..."

Hei Xiazi was somewhat fascinated by the ancestor of the Zhang family who designed this mechanism; he seemed to be someone who loved to come up with wicked tricks!

"Little Ali, how about it? Still want to empty the Zhang Family Ancient Building?"

Su Li waved his jade compass at Hei Xiazi, and without Hei Xiazi even asking, he was already prepared.

"What are you doing?"

Didn't they say they were going to empty the Zhang Family Ancient Building? Why did they bring out the jade compass used for setting up the formation? Could it be some kind of formation that can teleport things?

"There are many more mechanisms on the second floor than what we've seen so far."

The second floor, as seen through divine sense scanning, was far more spectacular than what the naked eye could perceive.

As Su Li spoke, she gently stroked the jade compass with her hand, and several array patterns emitting a hazy halo jumped out from the compass, forming a partition between the group and the second floor.

Then, vines sprouted from Su Li's palms, with dozens of tiny branches extending to cover the entire second-floor floor.

Then the flexible vines wrapped around all the display shelves above.

The ancient pavilion, which has stood for thousands of years, instantly gives the impression of a fairytale forest cabin that has been completely transformed.

After Su Li sensed that the accompanying vines had taken control of all the display shelves on the second floor, she made a thought, and the vines and the display shelves disappeared from everyone's sight.

As the vines and display shelves disappeared, the sounds of countless mechanisms turning filled everyone's ears.

Accompanying the sound of machinery was a plume of smoke rising from somewhere.

The smoke gradually filled and spread throughout the entire second-floor space, completely obscuring the view of the second floor.

The smoke seemed to stop as it reached the stairwell, as if something was blocking its upward movement.

On the second floor, where the view was obscured by smoke, all that could be heard were hissing sounds, as if something was being corroded.

"If a typical tomb raider encountered a large area of ​​strong acid traps with their vision obstructed, they would all be dead instantly."

Even if Blackie were to encounter this situation, although he could save his life, injury would be inevitable, and if he were to go any further, he would lose half his life here.

Thinking back to how confident he was back then and wanted to venture out alone, Hua'er Ye didn't scare the blind man at all.

Xie Yuchen: Who would want to scare someone like that?! He'll shamelessly ask you for compensation for emotional distress, okay?!

"hiss……"

"hiss……"

The fat and evil duo couldn't help but gasp as they listened to the sickening corrosive sound.

If all these strong acids were poured on a person, they would truly die a horrible death!

"Isn't this where the 'corpse-dissolving water' in martial arts novels comes from?"

Wu Xie looked at Fatty Wang and nodded seriously. "That makes sense."

What is "corpse-dissolving water"?

"That's an essential weapon in martial arts novels for murder, arson, and robbery. They say art comes from life, and Fatty strongly suspects that the author wrote about the properties of strong acid to dissolve corpses."

"Hey, Xiao Li, Fatty has several classic Jin Yong martial arts novels in his collection. I'll get them for you another day."

"I had a few copies that time too, I'll give them to you when I get back."

"Yes, yes, yes!!!"

Zhang Qiling: …

"Let's go, let's continue." Xie Yuchen urged the group of guys who had gone from discussing whether corpse-dissolving water and strong acid were the same thing to which martial arts novel was the most classic.

We've only gone up less than a third of the way up the building, how come we're already chatting?

Is it okay for minors to read martial arts novels? Won't they distort their values?

Very well, actually, even you, Flower Master, have been led astray by these guys' thought processes, haven't you?

"Beep beep, a strange creature has been detected - Miluotu (Special Edition), which can be redeemed for 1000 points. Do you want to redeem it?"

Just as everyone stepped into the third level, Su Li's system notification sounded.

The space on the third floor is somewhat similar to that on the second floor, both of which are filled with shelves.

The difference is that the second shelf is a display shelf, which holds antiques from various dynasties. Some of the antiques have hidden traps on their bases.

The shelves on the third tier are more like those in a coffin shop, radiating outwards in a mysterious pattern from the center point of the three tiers.

Instead of antiques or coffins, these shelves held iron figurines with human-shaped outlines.

These iron terracotta figures contain replicas created by the Zhang family over the years using the Miluotuo mineral vein outside the Zhang Family Ancient Building.

In other words, these are all stand-ins for the Zhang family.

When their original bodies suffer fatal injuries or are poisoned, these clones, who are identical to them, become their last hope for survival.

"Hey buddy, where's yours?"

Wu Xie couldn't help but feel a little curious.

The thought that someone exactly like this guy is now locked up in such a small terracotta warrior, enduring endless darkness, makes me feel uneasy.

Even if this clone doesn't have any subjective consciousness as a human being...

“It’s ruined.” Zhang Qiling said calmly, looking at the shelves and terracotta figures in the room.

"Destroyed? Destroyed? Who, who did this? I'll teach them a lesson they won't forget!!!"

"Myself."

"You yourself..." Fatty Wang didn't react for a moment. He was about to say something when he was suddenly choked up.

"He destroyed it himself."

That's awkward. This is all just bragging from the fat guy. He even talked about getting handsy with the little guy... The fat guy should just go to sleep.

"Yes, I destroyed it myself."

When he first saw his own terracotta warrior...