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

Chapter 138 Whether it's fake or real, it all needs to be verified.

“I’m telling you, Xiao Huai… if you had arrived any later, the mute’s family would have been gone…”

Black Glasses, his hands trembling, leaned against Xie Lianrui, panting heavily.

Both of them had fine beads of sweat on their foreheads and white steam rising from their heads. They had already exhausted themselves fighting the monsters, and now, affected by the burning of the Undying Flame, they would soon show signs of dehydration. They had to leave quickly, or they would turn into dried human flesh!

"Okay, okay, I apologize, now let's go!"

Yan Huai walked to the two people's side, keeping a watchful eye on the monsters that occasionally pounced on them, while reaching out to help the two elderly people who were not strong enough.

The three of them covered and supported each other within the encirclement, their steps never faltering as they darted towards Zhang Qiling.

boom--

Yan Huai could barely make out Zhang Qiling standing at the cave entrance through the strangely shaped monster in front of him. He was about to raise the corners of his lips when a violent tremor and a sense of oppression suddenly came from above everyone's heads.

Yan Huai subconsciously looked up, and his pupils immediately contracted.

A pair of enormous, vertical, emerald-green pupils were projected onto the dome, staring coldly at him, but apart from the intensified throbbing in his temples, he seemed to feel nothing at all...

In the desolate and decaying southwestern formation, the sound of dragon bone whips tearing through the air rose and fell, occasionally interspersed with a few filthy yet condescending curses.

"Are you looking for death? Moving things so slowly! Do you want to be turned into a whip too?!"

The sound of the whip's wielder drew closer, and Yan Huai saw the dragon bone whip strike a giant azure dragon that was carrying a boulder. The whip mark was faint, but the moment the dragon moved, its flesh burst open, blood flowing along its scales and finally falling into the mouths of the venomous snakes waiting to drink its blood on both sides of the road...

The tough scales were no longer effective; those were whips made from the bones of our tribesmen, capable of whipping them to death...

boom--

A loud bang came from not far ahead. Yan Huai turned his head stiffly and saw the sound of a huge rock rolling off the chariot being dragged by the Azure Dragon.

The azure dragon was exhausted, and the dragon bone whip was relentlessly lashing at its powerless, curled-up body from all directions.

Blood everywhere, ravenous insects, bodies devoured alive, skeletons gleaming with a bluish light, and a chariot moving on like a walking corpse...

"He's dead! He's dead! Hahahaha..."

Within the system space, a scarlet bead floated in mid-air, emanating a malicious, unrestrained laugh. The laughter pierced Yan Huai's nerves, exploding in his mind, as if it were a condemnation of his disregard for the clan leader's mission, a mockery of the oath he and Zhang Qiling had made when they were bound together by fate, as if... as a prophecy cursing him to a terrible death...

Yan Huai's eyes were bloodshot, and a metallic taste suddenly welled up in his throat. His body lost the ability to react to Zhang Qiling and the others dragging him.

"Yan Huai!"

"Xiao Huai!"

"Mr. Yan!"

Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, eventually spilling onto the ground as he couldn't hold it any longer. His mind reeling, Yan Huai raised his head, looking up at the dome again as if trying to confirm something, but the emerald green vertical pupil was nowhere to be seen...

"Fake!"

Is it fake...? Yan Huai looked at Zhang Qiling with empty eyes. It's not fake.

Zhang Qiling, that's not fake...

A single, murky tear suddenly fell from Yan Huai's eye. The dark blue scales on his body were faintly visible, indicating that the characteristics of the Azure Dragon were beginning to slip out of his control.

The underground palace shook violently again, almost causing everyone to lose their footing.

The dome collapsed without warning...

The hole they dug was still several meters away, and no matter how fast they ran, they couldn't all escape safely.

Yan Huai's gaze turned cold. He quickly pulled his arm, which was being supported by the three men, and pushed them hard towards the cave entrance. His pressure concentrated on them, sending them flying.

"Yan Huai!"

Yan Huai saw Zhang Qiling's bangs being tossed about by the oppressive force, and in those eyes that Yan Huai had previously stared at in a daze, his own image was now being reflected, except that, like the shadow, the eyeballs were shattered and broken in the shadow cast by the dome...

Walk......

Yan Huai's thin lips, stained red with blood, trembled slightly. With a gentle sway, he said, "I'm sorry..."

boom--

The initial section of the hole was slightly curved, which cushioned the fall of the three people, but the residual force bounced back repeatedly and knocked them unconscious.

Three figures lay sprawled haphazardly in the dark passage. In the moments before losing consciousness, Zhang Qiling seemed to hear a familiar dragon's roar, but it no longer sounded solemn and majestic; instead, it had transformed into one filled with hatred and despair...

A day later, there was finally some new activity in the half-collapsed Wang family underground palace.

Black Glasses coughed a few times, his chest slightly bulging. His body had been lying on the hard ground for more than ten hours, and it was already as stiff as a wooden board that would fall apart at any moment.

creak!

"Hiss—Holy crap..."

His waist and neck cracked simultaneously, and the pain he endured was undeniable. He moved his arm, intending to use it to prop himself up, but unexpectedly, his elbow suddenly slammed into a soft piece of flesh.

My gaze shifted slightly, and there it was... Xie Lianrui's waist!

Black Glasses stared at Xie Lianrui's unique posture, his lips twitching. This guy was sprawled out on top of him, his head using his butt as a pillow, looking quite pleased with himself! Poor him, his back was almost numb, and his spine was aching from being pressed against Xie Lianrui's bones!

"Thank you, Lian, Rui!!!"

"......" No movement...

Xie Lianrui is always a deep sleeper; normally, even banging on a gong or drum wouldn't wake him. And today, his pillow is so incredibly comfortable—he just can't wake up!

Seeing this, Black Glasses sneered, then suddenly shouted, "There's a dog!"

"Fuck! Run!"

As if triggering some mechanism, Xie Lianrui, upon hearing this, braced himself on the "pillow," scrambled to his feet, turned, and ran. Then, unsurprisingly, with a "thud," he plunged into the hole Yan Huai had dug...

"whispering sound!"

Black Glasses easily broke free from the suppression. He propped himself up on his arms and stood up, scanning his surroundings. Then, he saw the message left by Zhang Qiling on a dusty surface.

"Alive."

Who's alive? Of course, it's Yan Huai... But where could he have gone?

"Hey Xie, it's time to go!"