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

Chapter 28 Sacrificial Scepter

Fatty Wang secretly touched the sacrificial staff hidden behind his back, then glanced at Yan Huai's purposeful gesture of asking for water...

Wasn't he knocked unconscious? How could he wake up so quickly?

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The next second, Yan Huai, who had just finished drinking water, suddenly let out a series of even, amplified breathing sounds from his throat.

Everyone: "..." That's snoring! Yan Huai is asleep!?

Wu Xie cleared his throat, feeling helpless but also less worried about Yan Huai: Since Brother Yan could still sleep, it meant that he was alright for the time being!

"Third Uncle, we don't have much anti-inflammatory medicine with us. Young Master Yan's injury can't be left untreated for too long. Let's find an exit and get out of here as soon as possible!"

"This..." Wu Sansheng hesitated upon hearing this. He hadn't found anything yet, and going back like this would inevitably feel like a waste and unwilling.

Zhang Qiling noticed Wu Sansheng's hesitation and said, "I'll take him out."

Anyway, there are still Black Eyes here, so he doesn't want the final payment for this job.

Wu Sansheng also understood this, and he nodded, then looked at Da Pan, who was also seriously injured: "Panzi..."

"Third Master, I'll go with you." Da Pan immediately interrupted Wu Sansheng. He knew Wu Sansheng wanted him to come out with him, but how could that be allowed!

Wu Sansheng was taken aback. He knew his partner, who had been with him for so many years, quite well. He patted Da Pan on the shoulder and didn't insist any further.

"Then let Xiao Ge escort Xiao Ge out. Xiao Xie, Da Pan, and Black Eyes will follow me. The rest of you can decide for yourselves."

The others naturally refer to Fatty Wang and A Ning, but these two are outside of Wu Sansheng's purview, and he has no say in their affairs.

Zhang Qiling, who was standing up, carried the sleeping Yan Huai on his back. But as soon as the hot skin on his chest and back touched, Zhang Qiling felt a shiver inexplicably.

Zhang Qiling looked somewhat uncomfortable. He subtly adjusted his posture while picking up the knife, positioning Yan Huai's head on his shoulder to avoid those two awkward spots.

"Young man, be careful on your way back!" Wu Xie watched the two figures walk away, feeling like the old mother of a scholar on his way to the capital for the imperial examinations—no, I mean, the old father!

However, Wu Xie's worries did not have the effect of providing protection.

Just as Zhang Qiling took two more steps forward, the altar, which was built to resemble a tomb, suddenly began to shake, accompanied by a series of screeching sounds that sent chills down one's spine...

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The entrance to the tomb was sealed off by a stone door that was suddenly smashed down, and a cloud of musty dust was kicked up, making it difficult to see what was inside.

Immediately afterwards, the group heard several sounds similar to a guillotine falling, coming from different directions. Their intuition told them that the tomb chamber had been blocked by a mechanism.

"This is truly a case of the flood washing away the Dragon King's temple! You're pulling one stunt after another!" Fatty Wang covered his mouth and nose, waving his scepter left and right to fan away the dust. "What's going on now?"

"Fatty, what are you holding in your hand?" Wu Xie coughed from the choking, and when he caught his breath, he saw that Fatty Wang was holding a long, stick-shaped object that looked like a tree branch.

"I found it in a passageway just now. It was in a recess on the wall. I thought it looked like a good thing, so I took it."

Fatty Wang touched his nose, as if there had been a clicking sound from a mechanism when he picked up the thing, but he had forgotten about it after being startled by Yan Huai!

"You fat bastard, are you trying to get yourself killed?! You took it without even doing your homework!"

"I... this mechanism is so slow, it can't be my doing!" Fatty Wang muttered under his breath. "Maybe it was your little brother Yan who did it!"

"You... Holy crap, Fatty, get out of the way!" Wu Xie was about to yell when he was startled by the coffin that suddenly flew from behind Fatty Wang. He tried to rush over and push the person away, but he was too slow!

Just as Fatty Wang was about to be turned into a meat pie, a figure suddenly swept past Wu Xie's head.

With a flick of the dark blade, the coffin, carrying a violent impact, was temporarily slowed down by the black gold ancient sword in Zhang Qiling's hand.

"Get out of the way!" Seeing that Fatty Wang still looked dazed, Zhang Qiling's eyes sharpened, and he frowned as he shouted.

"Huh?...Oh!" Fatty Wang's mind went blank for a moment, and he hurriedly scrambled backward. The young man had saved him again.

Seeing that there was no space behind him, Zhang Qiling thought he would take advantage of the situation and leap over the coffin to avoid it.

Unexpectedly, the coffin lid was suddenly moved open by a corner, and a pale-skinned hand with long, dark nails reached out. It quickly grabbed Zhang Qiling's ankle and pulled him down hard.

Meanwhile, Black Glasses, seeing the situation was dire, was about to draw his gun to help when Yan Huai, who had been temporarily supported by Da Pan, suddenly opened his eyes. The branding knife in his hand was instantly drawn, and in a flash, Da Pan's hands were left holding only Lanling Wang...

Zhang Qiling was standing with one foot on the coffin lid and the other on the edge of the coffin. Just as he was about to cut his palm to bleed and escape, he was stopped by a hand wrapped in gauze and tied with a flamboyant bow.

Zhang Qiling looked up and immediately saw Yan Huai holding the Branding Knife in his right hand, the blade aimed at the coffin at his feet and slashing with all his might.

With a cracking sound, Zhang Qiling was pushed behind Yan Huai.

Inside the coffin was a thousand-year-old rice dumpling dressed in red and wearing a sacrificial mask. When Yan Huai's knife fell, it released Zhang Qiling's ankle and left the coffin where it had lived for thousands of years.

"The sixth mission is now issued: kill the Flood Dragon High Priest. The reward is the ability to sense the strength of bloodlines, one Restoration Pill (only usable by the host), and one teleportation opportunity. If the mission fails, the rewards will be cancelled."

Yan Huai coldly stared at the disheveled high priest in front of him, pointed his knife slightly, and stepped forward. During the fight, the wounds on his body were torn open again and bled again.

Everyone saw that Yan Huai's face grew paler and paler, but the blade became strangely sharper and sharper.

Zhang Qiling and Black Glasses originally wanted to step forward to help, but as soon as they entered the battle, they were shaken back by Yan Huai's blade, and they couldn't get involved at all.

"do not come!"

Yan Huai mustered all his strength and increased the speed of his hand. The blade swept across, leaving an irreparable gash in the high priest's abdomen, almost severing his waist in half.

Taking advantage of the high priest's momentary pause, Yan Huai immediately leaped up, wrapping his left leg around its neck and his right leg against its lower back, raising the branding knives in his hands high...

The next moment, the blade pierced the high priest's nape, the tip emerging diagonally from his throat, and the priest's mask was shaken off, revealing a hideous face that was weathering away.

Yan Huai twisted his body slightly backward, and the Branding Blade deflected accordingly. As expected, the high priest's head and body were separated.

"Congratulations, host, on completing mission six. The system is issuing rewards. Congratulations, host, on obtaining the ability to perceive the strength of bloodlines, one Restoration Pill (only usable by the host), and one teleportation opportunity."

The system announcement announcing the mission's completion lingered in Yan Huai's mind. He knelt on the ground, a sudden, overwhelming metallic taste rising in his throat: "Cough..."

"Yan Huai!"

"Brother Yan!"

When everyone saw the scarlet blood trail from Yan Huai's lips, they quickly gathered around.

"Warning! The host's body is severely damaged and will soon begin to fuse scales on its own. Please find a suitable location to fuse and recover! Warning! Warning! Fusion countdown: 30 seconds..."

thirty--

Twenty-nine——

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