Tomb raiding: Trying to become a little painter

"Zararova!"

Qin Henian turned around and started calling out to the people he had brought. Since they had come along, now was the time to test them.

"Your Highness! Please give your orders."

Zararov's gaze never left his prince, for protecting him was a mission ingrained in their very bones.

"Send someone to activate this mechanism; it must succeed, failure is not an option!"

Qin Henian reached out and pulled Zhang Qilin and Wu Xie aside. Hei Xiazi, who was standing next to Wu Xie, reacted quickly and made way for them. He also called on Wang Pangzi, who wanted to study the matter further, and Xie Yuchen, who was looking at it with a gleam in his eyes, to step back and give their seats to the "destined ones".

Two men in black robes were pointed forward by Zararossi. They each took out tools from their backpacks and began to examine the two bronze coffins, one on each side.

swish swish swish...

The black-robed figure on the left took out a pair of black shadows from his bag. Slowing down, you could see the figure quickly putting on black leather gloves. His hands kept groping around the iron chains embedded in the bronze coffin...

The man in black robes on the right took out a high-tech gas mask from his bag, put it on his nose, and then put on a pair of silver round glasses. His eyes were constantly observing the inlay of the iron chain on the right, while he muttered calculations to himself...

As they waited, time passed, and after another ten minutes or so, the man in black robes on the right seemed to stop muttering and turned to look to the left. Their eyes met, and their tacit understanding reached its peak in an instant.

Ten centimeters outside the inlay of the iron chains on both sides of the round coffin, a black glove on each side gripped two different iron chains, one above the other.

"Calculate the force f!"

The man in black robes on the right suddenly spoke, and the force he exerted on his hand suddenly increased as he pulled hard on the iron chain in his hand.

The man in black robes on the left also obeyed orders, instinctively pulling along with his men.

A dozen seconds later... click... click... click...

boom!boom!

Suddenly, the two bronze coffins on either side began to crack open from the central fissure. The cracking sound stopped after the two bronze coffins on either side cracked open, and the two iron chains in the middle also stopped "rotating and pulling" and were suspended in mid-air.

"My God! How can a human head be square?! Or is this face square? No, no... these two weren't monsters in life, were they?!"

Wang Pangzi wanted to get closer, so when the two people in front opened the coffin, he walked closer. He really didn't expect to see such a terrifying scene as soon as the coffin was opened. Fatty unconsciously took a step back, looking surprised, and pointed to the face of a richly dressed male mummy in the coffin.

"Holy crap! This...really! How could this happen?!"

Wu Xie's reaction was basically the same as Wang Pangzi's, but this sudden scene almost made him spit out the national treasure.

"What's that? A donkey face? Flower Master, you two, look! This thing is really strange! Alas! It's a pity I, the blind man, don't have the courage, otherwise I would definitely send this thing to the research institute to earn some extra money...tsk tsk tsk..."

Hei Xiazi raised his hand and pushed up his sunglasses, but his eyes through the lenses revealed a look of disdain.

Tear it apart!

Qin Henian walked to the round coffin closest to him, his pupils suddenly narrowed, and after observing carefully for a moment, he reached out and touched the face of the mummified corpse. When his fingertips touched the forehead of the mummified corpse, he suddenly exerted a bit of force, and along the dry, wrinkled forehead skin and black hair, he suddenly and directly peeled off the entire square face skin of the mummified corpse. After tearing off half of it to release the force, he hung it under the jaw and looked at the "stitched" bones after the face skin was torn off.

"His face has been surgically altered, and there are iron nails in it. That old prince is really ruthless to his own people!"

Qin Henian looked at the skin he had torn off, revealing small, dark holes stuck in the exposed bone. He sighed at the ruthlessness of humans, who were also quick to criticize, regardless of whether the other person was dead or alive.

However, Qin Henian did not find what he was looking for on the mummified corpse; the meteorite was not there.

Then his gaze fell on another round coffin. Looking at the same square face there, he walked over. The same actions, the same bones, the same lack of thought immediately made Qin Henian feel a little uncomfortable, and his face showed some displeasure.

"Don't worry."

A clear, cold voice suddenly sounded from behind, and a long, broad hand grasped Qin Henian's drooping hand at his waist. A gaze that seemed both comforting and indifferent was fixed on Qin Henian.

"Um"

Qin Henian took a deep breath, calmed down, and told himself that there was no rush to find the meteorite jade; he would find it eventually.

Click! Click! Click... Click...

Suddenly, a strange change occurred. The two mummies lying in the round coffin suddenly stood up, their necks twisting and turning as if adjusting their necks. Their two withered, skeletal hands suddenly rose and placed on the edge of the bronze round coffin. With synchronized movements, they got up and jumped out of the round coffin, heading towards the iron chain next to the bronze round coffin.

Click!

Two withered fingers gripped the chains on either side, controlling the force, and suddenly the sound of a mechanism activating echoed in the tomb.

The next second, as if the earth shook, the bottom of the stone chamber collapsed directly, and the two bronze round coffins were taut with chains and suspended in mid-air. The two mummified corpses fell down with a sense of weightlessness.

"Holy crap! Who's been so kind as to dig up the entire floor of the main burial chamber?! Ahhh! Help!"

"Hey buddy! Help!"

Just as the situation suddenly changed, Zhang Qilin and Hei Xiazi reacted quickly. Each of them grabbed one of Qin Henian's elbows, and golden flames and golden energy surged beneath their feet. The three of them were steadily suspended in mid-air. Suddenly, Wang Pangzi's voice, like a thunderclap, pulled the three of them back to reality from the crowd of people sitting around them.

Looking down, they saw Fatty Wang and Wu Xie, two men as clever as the Crouching Dragon and the Young Phoenix, falling while clinging to each other. Before they could say anything more, Qin Henian saw his men falling one by one. With a wave of his hand, several thin silver threads flashed through the air, forked, and then swept away again, descending and entwining, instantly binding everyone who had suddenly fallen, suspending them in mid-air.

"Your Highness! Down there...down there seems to be a pile of jade ore with a yellowish-green hue. Is that what we're looking for?"

At the very bottom, there was a bronze pig-faced masked man wearing a robe. He had a good view, and because he usually ate a lot and was tall, his weight was naturally much higher than the others. He was the fastest to fall from the sky and was the lucky one who was saved by his own prince just a few meters away from being smashed into mincemeat.

After something pulled his waist, he had time to observe his current situation. It was during this observation that his night vision, which he had been training for, came into play.

Less than two meters away from him, on the left side of the mountain, a huge, emerald-green stone cave came into view, which was the scene he had just reported.