Tomb raiding: Trying to become a little painter

"Didi lili~ Didi lili~!"

Suddenly, a long, pleated black crater appeared on the top of the monster's fleshy head, and a sharp, melodious voice emanated from it, calling out towards the group. However, because the voice was so pleasant, the people on the other side didn't react much; they were mostly just curious and observing...

The monster, on the other hand, felt that it was simultaneously on guard and facing off against the group...

"What a beautiful voice! It's absolutely stunning!"

"boom!"

Suddenly, Qin Henian sensed something was wrong. He turned around to look at his men behind him and heard one of them acting strangely. He was shaking his head and praising the voice he had just heard, but his body exploded the moment he finished speaking. Flesh and blood and his clothes flew everywhere. Everyone who was standing there was very close to him, and this sudden change left everyone covered in crimson blood and residue.

"Don't listen! Be vigilant!"

Seeing that something was wrong, Zhang Qilin reacted quickly, uttering five words and circulating his internal energy to seal his listening acupoints. He drew the black gold ancient sword from his back, facing the humanoid monster with murderous intent in his eyes. Following suit, the other robed and masked figures who had been awakened by Zhang Qilin also stepped forward, each holding their own weapon, and tactically surrounded the front, ready to attack at any moment.

Of course, Hei Xiazi and Qin Henian reacted quickly as well. One of them held a gun in his hand, and the other held a half-meter-long grayish-white feather in his hand, staring at the other side with unfriendly eyes.

Xie Yuchen, Wang Pangzi, and Wu Xie were also holding something in their hands, a stick, a detonator, and a kukri respectively, and they looked at the other side with grim expressions.

swoosh~

A cold wind swept by, the red-clad figure fluttered, drawing closer—a flash of light struck first, "Bang!" A loud impact sent both figures flying. Zhang Qilin staggered back two steps to regain his footing, feeling the force of the impact. He frowned, his eyes fixed intently on the red-clad figure, ready to counterattack at any moment…

boom! boom! boom!

At the same time, gunshots rang out. Hei Xiazi's precise marksmanship struck the red-clad monster's clothes, the "thud" of the bullets hitting flesh accompanied by an unbearable stench.

Just then, a sharp-eyed person wearing a pig-face mask and holding a long-barreled gun suddenly spoke.

"Your Highness! My lord! Those bullets are useless against that monster, you have to shoot its clothes! Its clothes are like human skin, they'll bleed!"

*Pfft...pfft...pfft...*

Following the man's reminder, the relentless attacks were all directed at the figure in red. The monster immediately yelped in pain, its previous manner completely gone.

This discovery surprised Qin Henian, who had attacked several times. Why was it that attacking the flesh of a humanoid monster was ineffective, but attacking the clothes was effective?

Thinking this, Qin Henian suddenly became more interested. His pupils flashed, and golden light quickly streaked across them. Instantly, everything on the physical level opposite him was displayed in Qin Henian's eyes.

"So that's how it is! Tsk tsk..."

A monster is not a monster. A dried corpse is still a dried corpse after death. No matter how deceptive it may be, it is still an inanimate object.

The red-clad figure was covered in a powder that could deceive the eye, and the mummified corpse did indeed inhale the scent of the living after their arrival. The combination of these two factors resulted in the current situation.

"Little Qilin, blind man, close your eyes and feel it carefully~"

Since it wasn't a monster, Qin Henian lost his curiosity and quickly reminded the two people who were closest, had the highest combat strength, and were at the forefront.

"Ok?"

The swift, swish-swish of swords in the midst of battle paused for a moment. Zhang Qilin immediately closed his eyes, the fluctuations in the surrounding air allowing him to carefully sense the opponent he was fighting...

Hei Xiazi was the same, a smirk playing on his lips, utterly curious about how this guy who couldn't be killed even with a gunshot to the head was all there... So he closed his eyes even faster than Zhang Qilin, and was the first to sense and discover exactly what the guy he was fighting looked like.

His body was shriveled up to the point of being skin and bones, with something resembling bronze armor covering his head. No wonder they noticed something was off about his head earlier; it turned out that this was what he actually looked like in reality.

"Pah! Pah! Pah! You almost made me throw up! You're so ugly, what are you doing here acting like a big bad wolf?!"

“I ***, you ***…”

After seeing the truth, Hei Xiazi was furious. It was so close! He was so close! His pistol was out of bullets, and although he had a spare, he didn't bother with it, thinking he'd keep it just in case. Instead, he used his handy dagger, preparing to work together with the mute Zhang Hua'er.

Black Bear had initially thought this guy's skin was thick enough that a soft-flesh dagger might be easier to slice through, but he hadn't expected him to look like this, with bones as thick as a human's and even a corpse on the ground. How could Black Bear possibly cut through him with a soft dagger? It was like an old man hanging himself, tired of living!

"Pfft! You're really funny, you blind man!"

Qin Henian also saw Hei Xiazi spewing out classical Chinese phrases, cursing and hitting at the same time. After he finished speaking, Hei Xiazi even glanced at him with a wronged look. Qin Henian shuddered instantly.

Damn it, he's definitely up to something again!! I'm not sleeping with him tonight, I'll go find Little Qilin to warm the bed~

Laughter and commotion aside, this mummified corpse still needed to be dealt with. Qin Henian's mind suddenly jumped, recalling a time when he went out to buy groceries with Hei Xiazi early one morning in Hangzhou. Several tricycles on the road were blaring loudspeakers, "Fruit for sale! Fresh dragon fruit, three for ten yuan! Three for ten yuan! Cantaloupe, grapes..."

Now that everyone has arrived at the musician's tomb, and that strange mummified corpse is still emitting that strange yet melodious music, it shouldn't be a problem for him to pull off a surprise attack!

Quietly taking out the modern-made megaphone he used for his sermons, Qin Henian whispered the familiar line into the recording booth, then pointed the megaphone towards the center of the tomb chamber and turned it on.

"Fresh dragon fruit! Three for ten yuan! Three for ten yuan! Cantaloupe, grapes, and mangoes are on sale! On sale! Don't miss out! Huge discounts on fruit! Huge discounts!!"

"Fresh dragon fruit! Three for ten yuan! Three for ten yuan! Cantaloupe, grapes, and mangoes are on sale! On sale! Don't miss out! Huge discounts on fruit! Huge discounts!!"

"........."

The shrill cries of vendors echoed directly through the tomb, causing the people who were fighting to pause.

Zhang Qilin, who always wore a poker face, had a broken expression in his eyes. After sensing the instigator of this operation, he increased the strength of his grip on the knife and aimed directly at the mummified corpse's head.

Hei Xiazi and Zhang Qilin, who had been together for decades, worked in perfect harmony. As Zhang Qilin attacked, Hei Xiazi attacked from below. Heading towards the strange red garment, Hei Xiazi pulled out a small bottle of alcohol and poured it onto the garment with a series of thuds…

Finally, he lit a cigarette with a lighter, took a deep drag on the cigarette holder, and tossed the still-flaming cigarette stem aside, ending the moment stylishly.