Tomb raiding: Today is another day I don't want to go home.

Chapter 127 He's playing with something very new (ruthless).

Let the two of them stop their flirting for now. Meanwhile, in the Wang family's underground palace, Black Glasses and Xie Lianrui have already arrived at the second floor.

This level is different from the first level, which was used to keep wild animals; here are people—the living, the dead, and the Wang family...

Looking at the endless laboratory, those dark memories of the past, like being in hell, flooded into Xie Lianrui's mind uncontrollably, scene by scene, frame by frame.

"031, take your medicine."

At that time, there were only a little over six hundred... inhuman experimental subjects. He was called 031, not Xie Lianrui. They had no normal food, no clothes to cover their bodies, and no freedom. All that was left were their bodies that could not die but had given up hope of living.

Since entering this place, the only light they could access was the surgical lights. Unlike the medical lights that have been developed now, back then they were just miners' lamps, so bright that they were blinding and terrifying to behold.

He remembered waking up in the middle of the night one night to find himself staring into the eyes of the man next door who had lost his mind. The man had somehow entered his cage, his wildly growing hair strangling his neck. The pale face drew closer and closer, and he saw a pair of pupils beneath the long hair, so black they seemed to glow with an unfocused, terrifying light in the darkness...

"This was the last thing I saw before I was arrested..."

A boy about his age moved his skinless fingers and used dark red blood to draw a rough and ugly stone for him. In reality, it was a steamed bun that the boy was desperately stuffing into his mouth, but in the end, he couldn't finish it.

Now, the boy's face could no longer be reconciled with the mindless monster before him. He thought he was a little luckier than the boy; he too would soon be free, only before becoming a monster himself...

"The people following behind have left."

A clear and casual voice pierced Xie Lianrui's nightmare. Although the voice was lowered, it seemed to resound in his ears, making him shiver.

"Are you alright?" Black Glasses noticed something was wrong with Xie Lianrui after he entered the second level of the underground palace. His breathing was strange, almost like he was barely breathing. "You've been here before?"

"I've been here before, a long time ago." Just before he was about to suffocate, the Wang family discovered him in time. The boy had been burned to death, but he, too, hadn't found release...

Xie Lianrui took a deep breath. The temperature on the second floor of the underground palace was very low, low enough to do more than just keep a person awake: "What did you just say?"

"Frog Fun?" Black Glasses never expected to catch Xie Lianrui slacking off. How strange!

"Hehe, just kidding."

"..."

"It must have been Mr. Yan and Brother Zhang who led them away."

"Oh!"

"Sneak in and wait for them."

"Humph!"

Xie Lianrui was both amused and exasperated. He grabbed the man in black glasses' arm and they crept into the secret passage. Suddenly, a paw covered in foul-smelling slime crawled out of the dark passage and followed closely behind them...

"How is it?" Wang Ming squatted down on one side of the passage and looked at the person who was withdrawing the Blood Guiding Secret Technique.

"Still can't sense anything." Wang Xu shook his head, glancing at the depths of the passage where the two men with black glasses had disappeared, then looking back at the desolate path they had come from, sensing that something was wrong.

“Everyone is in the same situation. This is not right. I’ll go and notify the others in the underground palace to evacuate. You take some people back and check. Be careful.”

"Yes, I've already sent the Wolf King to keep an eye on those two. You should hurry up too."

"I know!" Wang Ming replied, and then stepped towards the second floor of the underground palace.

Seeing this, Wang Xu did not hesitate. After counting the number of people in the three teams, they retreated in the same direction they came from.

However, just as the group reached the entrance of the passage, they ran into Yan Huai, who had been waiting there.

"Sir?" The three team members, excluding Wang Xu, all exclaimed in surprise. Wasn't Wang Jue missing? Now he's back?

Yan Huai stood confidently in the center below the passageway, his expression a half-smile. In the flickering light of the tinderbox, the smile on his lips was somewhat indistinct.

"He is not Wang Jue..."

After the initial surprise, Wang Xu was the first to recover. He knew this guy better than Wang Jue himself, but the person in front of him was completely different from Wang Jue. It seemed that Wang Jue had changed since he went to carry out the replacement mission.

He couldn't pinpoint exactly what had changed, but ever since Wang Jue rejected his advances on the cruise ship, he'd had a strange intuition, and now he was almost certain.

"He is Yan Huai."

The tinderbox flickered, and the shadows of the group twisted and intertwined in the passageway.

Yan Huai didn't have the nerve to twitch his eyebrows, but that didn't stop him from seriously putting others down: "The Wang family finally has someone who understands."

"What did you do?" Wang Xu quietly reached for his lower back, while the rest of the three squad stared at Yan Huai warily.

“I did nothing,” Yan Huai said, lying through his teeth as he casually walked toward Wang Xu and his group. “After they heard that there was another real Wang family, they were so enraged that they committed suicide.”

"...Do you still have a single word of truth in your mouth?" Wang Xu's lips twitched, and he directly drew the gun from his waistband, pointing the muzzle at Yan Huai.

"No, so why are you asking?"

Yan Huai suppressed his smile, flashed to Wang Xu's side, snatched the gun from him, and punched Wang Xu in the cheekbone, sparing his life.

As for everyone else…

Zheng——

The black gold ancient sword swept past the increasingly dim entrance of the passage, followed by Zhang Qiling's figure jumping down. He was still holding the iron rod he had used to smash the compressed gas cylinder earlier. After standing still, a hint of surprise flashed deep in the depths of his eyes as he looked at Yan Huai.