Tomb raiding: Trying to become a little painter

In the smoke-filled, fire-sparkling tomb, Zhang Qilin and Xie Yuchen were engaged in a battle of wits. One of them quickly searched the walls of the tomb, while the other covered his nose with a flashlight and examined the ground.

Qin Henian, who had long wanted to leave this place, narrowed his eyes with a cheating intent and scanned the tomb chamber. About a meter away in the southeast corner, he found a hidden mechanism. He then leaned in and whispered what he knew to Zhang Qilin, directing his men toward the mechanism.

Click, click, the sound of a mechanism being activated rang out. Also in the southeast direction of this tomb chamber, three meters away from the mechanism, a revolving stone door opened, revealing a section of the passage.

"The mechanism's activated! Come quick, we need to get out of here, it stinks so badly, I can't stand it anymore!"

Seeing that Zhang Qilin had successfully opened the mechanism, Qin Henian roared directly behind him, his voice unconsciously carrying a hint of oppressive power, attracting everyone's attention, including the sea cockroaches on the ground. Of course, those unintelligent sea cockroaches couldn't understand the meaning behind his voice.

Tap tap, tap tap tap…

Dense footsteps echoed through the dark brown substance on the ground. Flames formed a semi-circle, sweeping across the sea cockroaches that tried to pounce, repelling layer upon layer of them. As the dead sea cockroaches piled up, everyone finally passed through the stone door. Zhang Qilin and his companion, who were waiting on the other side, immediately activated the mechanism on the outer wall after everyone had come out, finally closing the foul-smelling stone door.

Huff, huff, huff... Everyone took deep breaths to calm themselves down. After a while, they were able to observe their surroundings.

This was a passage only three or four meters long. At the end of the passage was a huge stone door, on which were carved two three-dimensional images of the Thunder God, one on the left and one on the right. One had its sharp mouth open, while the other's mouth was closed. It seemed to be a mechanism for this stone door.

As the group approached, they observed the open mouth of the Thunder God statue on the stone door. There was no tongue inside, only an uneven, concave area.

Others might not recognize the shaped concave block, but Xie Yuchen knew it very well. He knew exactly what the pointed mouth inside corresponded to. Wasn't that the Thunder God's head he had just bought from Fatty Wang?

Taking out a gleaming golden statue of the Thunder God, Xie Yuchen, without the slightest hesitation, inserted the Thunder God's head into the mouth of the three-dimensional Thunder God statue on the door. After aligning it perfectly, he twisted it left—no movement—twisted it right—and with a click, the mechanism activated. Taking advantage of this moment, Xie Yuchen quickly retrieved the Thunder God statue from his hand and put it back in his bag.

Even a little gold is money!

Rumble...

The stone gate mechanism opened, revealing the large burial chambers on both sides.

Looking around, one sees densely packed human figurines on both sides, and a high platform in the middle of the tomb chamber. The platform is divided into two steps, and at the top of the steps is a thick black coffin.

"Finally, we've seen the coffin! Otherwise, Fatty's trip would have been for nothing!"

The tomb they entered this time was filled with strange and worthless things, which naturally didn't attract Fatty's attention. Fatty was quite frustrated along the way.

Putting aside whether the human cocoons on both sides are valuable or not, the coffin on this platform looks like it holds some good treasures... Thump thump thump, Fatty Wang lifted his leg and walked towards the coffin, and the others had no choice but to follow.

Two people inside were looking towards the left side of the terracotta figure, specifically at a withered, yellow-skinned woman.

The slight fluctuation of power caught the attention of Qin Henian and Zhang Qilin.

"Interesting, little Qilin, shall we go take a look?"

Qin Henian leaned close to Zhang Qilin's neck and asked with some curiosity.

"Um"

Zhang Qilin's vocal cords trembled, and a pleasant, magnetic voice rang out, startling Qin Henian so much that he almost jumped off Zhang Qilin's back. However, his little bottom was held firmly and did not loosen at all, which brought Qin Henian back to his senses. He was so angry that he opened his mouth and bit Zhang Qilin's shoulder, not too hard, not too light, just to teach him a lesson.

The two left the group and walked towards the cocoon on the left, which naturally attracted the attention of others. However, thanks to their superior martial arts skills, the others only glanced at them and then paid no more attention. Instead, they focused their attention on the coffin in front of them.

Who will open this coffin?

Anyway, he won't open it! Wu Xie thought to himself.

"Fatty, I'll drive! I'll drive!"

Fatty Wang was the most eager. He took out a crowbar from his backpack and prepared to pry open the coffin, not wanting to give anyone else a chance.

But just as the crowbar was inserted into the gap in the coffin, Fatty Wang remembered something, his face instantly turned serious, and he looked toward where Wu Xie was.

"Naive, take a candle from my backpack, light it in the southeast corner of the coffin, and then go away. I'm afraid your evil aura will shroud me!"

Fatty Wang's opening remarks went straight to Wu Xie's heart.

But Wu Xie also knew his brother well, and knew that he had helped him a lot in recent years and spent a lot of money on him. If it weren't for He Nian's help later, he would probably be homeless.

But those words really hurt! He didn't want to either; he genuinely didn't know why he was so unlucky when it came to opening coffins.

blah blah blah!

The sound of a lighter lighting a candle rang out, and Wu Xie instantly moved ten paces away from the coffin, keeping a safe distance. If the corpse rose from the dead, it wouldn't be his fault!

Squeak squeak~

The sound of prying open the coffin rang out. Fatty Wang didn't even check what color the candle had burned before he started. After all, he had a big shot backing him up, so what was wrong with him being a little arrogant?

If you're so capable, why don't you raise his corpse and show it to Fatty?

boom!

Since that's what you've got in mind, I'll grant your wish. Just as Fatty Wang was having these thoughts, the lid of the coffin in front of him was suddenly flipped open from the inside out.

"Roar!!"

A green-skinned monster, over two meters tall and imposing, with four of its six ears on either side of its head being half-hanging white bones, looked very fake. Its bright red eyes looked at the creatures that had disturbed its slumber, and it raised its sharp claws to pounce on the people in front of it.

On the other side, Qin Henian and Zhang Qilin, who had already reached the human pupa, carefully observed the human terracotta figure in front of them. Their golden eyes seemed to see through everything and instantly understood the human pupa in front of them.

"A single outer layer, hollow inside—this is how ancient human skin figurines were made!"

Zhang Qilin was knowledgeable and learned a lot, and he quickly identified what was in front of him. Although this human skin puppet was somewhat different, it didn't stop him from introducing it to his wife.

"Bury her. This kind of monster shouldn't exist."

Qin Henian could sense a trace of meteorite energy within the human skin puppet in front of him. Coupled with its imprisoned soul, this was a sentient ghost draped in human skin, which should not exist in this world.

pat!

With a snap of his fingers, a cluster of golden flames appeared in Zhang Qilin's hand and immediately rushed towards the terracotta warrior in front of him.

Some of the human-skin figurines with consciousness tried to run away, but were overwhelmed by the high temperature and instantly engulfed in flames, leaving only ashes.