I just broke up with my boyfriend and then I transmigrated into the world of "The Lost Tomb&quo

"What realism? Come help me... or I'll become... an egg yolk pie...!" The fat man was nowhere to be seen, but judging from his voice, he seemed to be struggling and was probably down below.

The guy found him in a hidden passage in the corner under the chessboard. When he dragged him up, the fat man almost fainted.

He should have said he was stuck down there for a while, but who knew he'd see these humanoid owls as soon as he came up!

As luck would have it, a humanoid owl was hanging behind him and pecked the back of his head with its sharp beak.

At first, the fat man didn't take it seriously and slapped the back of his head, saying, "Stop messing around!" Only when he realized what it was did he turn his head slightly.

The fat man nearly fainted. The thing was hanging upside down, only a fist's distance away from him. The humanoid owl was also startled, its face instantly contorting, revealing a mouthful of teeth, and spitting out a foul odor.

Even with a gas mask on, the fat man almost couldn't hold on. His teeth were almost two inches long, each one incredibly sharp, and his mouth was getting bigger and bigger.

It's a good thing Fatty was born early; if he had gone into the tomb ten years later, he would have thought Venom had been resurrected.

"Damn it, can't you just shoot and kill a few? If you don't shoot, I'm going to be sacrificed to the heavens!" The fat man gritted his teeth and slowly moved back, signaling the blind man to hurry up and fire.

But Hei Xiazi didn't make a move. It wasn't that he was abandoning someone to their death. First, the young man was right next to the fat man, and second, there must be at least twenty of these things around here. If he shot one dead, the others would definitely react. Don't forget there was still one unconscious.

Just as the humanoid owl was about to slowly bite the fat man, the young man drew his black gold ancient sword and with a swift stroke, the humanoid owl's head fell to the ground with a few gurgles.

This strike broke the silence, and the drumbeats that had quieted down began to sound again. The owls, upon hearing this, started to let out all sorts of hoarse, pitiful cries and became restless.

Hei Xiazi and Xiao Ge exchanged a glance after hearing the drumbeat. The drumbeat was both deep and crisp, which was quite contradictory, but they knew immediately that it was a human skin drum.

Ideally, a human skin drum should have a clear and melodious tone, and to achieve this effect, it usually requires the skin of a girl around 14 years old. Drums made from human skin in this way are considered among the highest quality musical instruments.

Furthermore, the drumsticks used to match the drum must be made from finely processed shin bones. When these drumsticks, made of special materials, strike the human skin drum, the sound produced is exceptionally melodious and beautiful, seemingly able to penetrate the soul and captivate the listener.

For this reason, in some regions, the human skin drum became an essential instrument in many important sacrificial ceremonies. They believed that playing the human skin drum could invoke the protection and blessings of the gods.

But I don't know what's wrong with the human skin drums here; the sound they produce isn't pleasant, it's even awful.

As the drumbeats quickened, the owls moved even faster. Jieyuhua swiftly swung her dragon-patterned staff, striking the owl's beak squarely with a single blow.

These owls are incredibly stubborn; you have to smash their heads or cut them off to completely stop them from wriggling.

The fat guy got a dagger. The three of them were responsible for fighting, and he was responsible for using the dagger to cut off heads. You have to admit, their teamwork was perfect.

"There's so much stuff, but not a single thing that can be sold. I really don't know what's the point of coming to a place like this. We've just been doing hard labor for nothing." The fat man panted on the ground after cutting off the last head.