Tomb raiding: Trying to become a little painter

Just as Zhang Qilin finished dealing with the human skin puppet, he heard a loud bang that echoed throughout the tomb.

Zhang Qilin and Qin Henian turned around and saw a green-skinned humanoid monster rushing towards Wang Pangzi. Xie Yuchen, who was closer, instantly kicked the green-skinned monster, giving Wang Pangzi a moment to catch his breath and slipping away from the monster's attack position.

Zhala and the other two beside him each drew two custom-made long, sharp knives from their robes, ready to attack at any moment. Wu Xie was not to be outdone; all that martial arts training and physical conditioning had paid off, and he reacted swiftly, drawing a large white dog-leg knife from his trousers and watching the monster's direction warily.

"Red eyes and green fur, it's a special kind of fur zombie. It's not very strong, but it's tough and thick-skinned. Be careful, its weakness is its pair of red eyes!"

Zhang Qilin reacted quickly, carrying Qin Henian on his back and swiftly moving behind the group. He began describing the green-haired zombie opposite them, but Zhang Qilin forgot that while the green-haired zombie wasn't particularly strong in terms of his own combat power, it was ridiculously strong for ordinary people...

"Alright! Young man, keep an eye on He Nian, be careful!"

"Fatty, hurry up and take out that black donkey hoof that's been in your bag for over ten years. You can stuff it into the zongzi's mouth when you get the chance!"

Wu Xie knew that this time, facing this green-haired zombie, they would have to deal with it themselves, and the others were just there to support them. While signaling Xiao Hua and the others standing beside him to step back, he also gestured to Fatty Wang, and the two of them moved forward together.

"Alright, you naive girl, just you wait and see. The chemistry between you and Fatty is absolutely top-notch!"

While Wu Xie was speaking, Fatty Wang had already pulled a black donkey hoof out of his backpack and was holding it in his hand, ready to stuff something into the zongzi's mouth at any moment.

Meanwhile, the green-haired zombie was quick to react, its body covered in corpse poison as it lunged at Wu, who was nearby.

With wide, sweeping movements, Wu Xie seized an opportunity, ducked down to dodge the green-haired zongzi's attack, drew his knife and slashed at the zongzi's ankle. Black blood gushed out instantly, and the stench made Wu Xie realize that the zongzi's blood was highly poisonous. He quickly rolled behind the zongzi.

Before the green-haired zongzi, whose ankle had just been chopped off, could react, its attacking motion still in motion, its legs buckled and it fell to the ground in front of it. Wu Xie took this opportunity to get up, raised his foot and pressed it against the green-haired zongzi's back, and looked to the other side.

"Fatty, hurry up and stuff the black donkey hoof into its mouth!"

Seeing the opportunity, Wu Xie quickly called to his good partner.

"Here it comes! Watch Fatty's Black Donkey Hoof Freeze Technique!"

Wang Pangzi and Wu Xie's teamwork was indeed excellent. Before the green-haired zombie could recover, they quickly ran to it, pulled out a dagger, and stabbed it into its fatal weak point, the neck. The sizzling sound of black blood dripping onto the ground and the release of toxic gas instantly amplified the already present trace amounts of toxins to a lethal level, combined with the gas produced by the zombie's earlier bleeding. Without time to say anything, they forced the black donkey hoof into the green-haired zombie's mouth, and Wang Pangzi, the veteran tomb raider, immediately pulled out a gas mask and put it on, as did Wu Xie.

Although the others were far away, they all tacitly put on gas masks.

The green-fuzzy rice dumpling that had been stuffed into the black donkey's hoof immediately froze, completely still. Seeing this, the crowd couldn't help but move a little further away.

"Quickly check what treasures are inside the coffin, and whether they're valuable?"

After Wang Pangzi and Wu Xie finished dealing with the green-haired rice dumpling, their first thought wasn't how amazing they were, but rather what they would get in return for all their hard work…

Although... they've been accepted into the filing, it's still okay to take a look, right?

Just as the two of them got up and were about to head towards the coffin, Xie Yuchen and Zhala Luowa followed. Qin Henian and Zhang Qilin, who were standing at the very back, also went to take a look.

Standing before the coffin, what came into view were fragments of rotten black wooden pillows, yellowish bodily fluids five or six centimeters high, and a rusty, blackish-green, iron-like belt that had peeled off...

rustling sounds... rustling sounds...

Fatty Wang put on gloves and reached out to touch the rusty, tattered belt soaking in the corpse water.

"This doesn't seem to be worth much anymore, does it?"

"It's so dark and dirty, it'll just end up gathering dust in some small museum! This trip was a waste!"

Based on his experience of living in this world for thousands of years, Qin Henian felt that the thing in Wang Pangzi's hand was worthless. It was so rotten that it would be a hassle to take it back and have an expert clean the black substance off it bit by bit.

Ugh…

Qin Henian sighed, sensing the strange and varied creatures living in the tomb. He wondered if his group of biological experts needed them; otherwise, he could bring some back as a gift.

Thinking this way, Qin Henian decided to do it. After all, they had already come to the main tomb chamber and found no trace of meteorite jade. The only place left that was related to the King of the South Sea was Thunder City in the outer realm. He would go back and rest for a few days before looking into it. Sigh.

"Worthless? Does that mean this thing in Fatty's hand is useless?"

Fatty Wang was so angry he was about to burst. He'd been working so hard for so long!

Snapped!

With a loosening of his grip, Fatty Wang tossed the object back into the coffin as if venting his frustration, not even bothering to look at it.

Damn belt! Goodbye!

"Huh? Why throw it so fast? I haven't even seen what the belt looks like yet!"

Wu Xie had just finished scanning the inside of the coffin with a flashlight when he heard a splash of water. He hadn't even seen what was happening...

"There's nothing much to see, naive. Let's look around for any other treasures. If not, we should head up. I reckon the most valuable thing here is that golden Thunder God statue I just sold to Flower Master; it's definitely heavy enough to be worth a fortune!!!"

"Isn't this King of the South Sea a bit too poor, being such a big (blah blah blah)... [omitted a thousand words]..."

Since Fatty Wang didn't see his favorite little coins, he started ranting and raving about the South Sea King, that usurper emperor, who was poor for the rest of his life.

"Alright, alright, you fatso, stop nagging. The information says the King of the South Sea is a cunning strategist with multiple burrows. Anyway, there's another document about Thunder City and the Mute Village overseas. Let's go check it out in a few days. After all, according to the information, the King of the South Sea built a lot of thunder-listening devices. Maybe he spent his money there!"

Although Wu Xie wanted to advise the fat man to tone it down, he remembered that they had been recruited and were now a certified archaeological team, so he changed his mind.