The cold and sticky cave became real; Zhuo Yu gasped for breath and regained consciousness. The tent fragments washed in by the flood were everywhere, as were the fragmented dating instruments. Archaeological manuscripts floated on the surface of the water, pitifully crumpled into a ball.
More than ten meters away from the mudflat was a deep pool of water, in the middle of which stood a black stone-brick trapezoidal pyramid, emitting a faint foreboding aura. That was what they had come for.
There were cries and curses all around them, and some of them seemed to have resigned themselves to their fate, pounding helplessly against the rock wall.
The man who had just saved him was shot towards a giant rock, and now it wasn’t known whether he was alive or dead. Zhuo Yu looked at the panicked crowd and thought to himself, “How could things have turned out like this? Wasn’t the difficulty of this movie a little too high?”
“If brother Ran dies, I want you to pay for it!” A vicious man with the appearance of a gangster saw that Zhuo Yu was staring blankly, so he came over and tried to shove him.
“Get lost.” Zhuo Yu coldly glared at him, “Shut up if you want to live.”
Their entire archaeological team was almost nonexistent, with only 20-30 people left from a team of several hundred people. Moreover, the true technical backbone had drowned in the water. To escape from Mingshan, they could only rely on their knowledge reserve of Mingshan culture.
Because this was a place that couldn’t be understood with common sense.
Zhuo Yu let out a sigh; the man in the distance with a pale face, known as’ brother Ran’, was indeed injured because of him. He reminded Zhuo Yu of the previous instance’s Asha, but this man’s features were picturesque, much more delicate and handsome than the assassin in Golden Lake, and his skills were also very good.
If he died so simply, it would be a waste for the film set.
This incident began three days ago.
It was a cold, dry day in the Northeast, with clouds as low as if they were just out of reach, aspen trees straightening their backs along the dirt roads, and the dark, fertile soil were covered with heavy, golden buds.
A pickup truck jolted forward as a melodious song played all the way, and the sound of accordion awakened Zhuo Yu.
The nightmare of the snake was over.
[Welcome actor “Zhuo Yu” to the set; the movie “The Secret of the Dark Beach” is now loaded!]
[This movie is rated: k-illing (6v1); please survive until the end of the movie, and good luck to all the actors].
Zhuo Yu blinked his dry eyes and realized that he was still in a wheelchair, and under the wheelchair was the back compartment of the pickup truck, with about a dozen other people sitting around.
What had he, just now, dreamed about?
Zhuo Yu’s mind only had some broken images; he only remembered that he seemed to dream of damp caves and pale cliffs reflecting the blue sea.
“Professor Zhuo, you’ve finally woken up; did you get too much motion sickness?” A young student-like girl rubbed Zhuo Yu’s shoulders. “We’re about to arrive at Yingkou, and the village head said they’d greet us with a big fish stew in an iron pot.”
Intermittent memories flooded into his mind, and Zhuo Yu also experienced the benefits brought by a regular role. The system did not hide it this time and generously informed him of his identity.
[Actor Zhuo Yu, playing the role of “Zhuo Yu” (B)]
[Zhuo Yu: A young professor of folklore who is well known in the field.]
[Characteristics: Possess a great deal of specialized knowledge but has poor motivation and is mentally unstable.]
Zhuo Yu smiled; this time the character was much too concise; it was a basic setup that didn’t leave too many limitations; he didn’t have to obsess about the connection between the character and the actor.
Folklore?… it was really a high-risk profession. Even when he himself wrote horror, he would often set up the protagonist as a folklore enthusiast or a religious scholar. Often, people with such identities met with bizarre events in their stories.
He closed his eyes and thought back to the memories the character brought with him.
Before he became a widely recognized professor, he would often have strange dreams. In his dreams, he was in a cave; the rock walls were covered with colorful snakes, and he could see some primitive cuneiform writings when he plucked the snakes away.
Because he was so disturbed, “Zhuo Yu” began to focus on folklore, trying to find the origin of his dreams, and at the same time, he visited many experts on ancient writing, but to no avail.
Until he recently received an anonymous invitation, which contained cuneiform characters that immediately caught his interest.
It was extremely similar to the ones in his dream.
The invitation mentioned that they knew that Zhuo Yu had researched quite deeply in this area, so if he wanted to make more in-depth progress, he should come to Mingshan Village in three days. There was a national level project waiting for him here, and the seal on it was the official seal of the National Museum.
“Where are we?” Zhuo Yu pretended to be sleepy and confused; he yawned and asked the student.
“Liao province outlet, ah, near Yingkou city.” The female student smiled, “Professor, the sponsor said that we have to go to the village by the sea to join with the large group before they can announce the project. It’s my first time participating in a national project; I’m so excited.”
The others also talked eagerly; they were all students under Zhuo Yu; some of them had already graduated and were interning in Zhuo Yu’s studio; and some of them had made a big splash in school and had been spotted by him.
As soon as they heard that the professor’s life’s work was going to progress, they begged Zhuo Yu to bring them along and see the national program.
In short, this carload of people were all top-notch good students that Zhuo Yu had taught by hand.
“You’ll have to suffer when you get off the ground; it’s said that the heated kang here is so dry that you’ll wake up at night with a nosebleed.” A male student happily teased her.
The female student retorted, “It’s not that exaggerated; the professor is a local; he told me that sleeping on a hot kang is very comfortable!”
Zhuo Yu rubbed his forehead; he didn’t see Liu Jingyun in the car, so he probably had to wait for the “gathering” to see her.
The car drove for half an hour and finally stopped near a village. There were many buses and trucks parked at the entrance of the village; it seemed like a lot of people had come.
“You must be Professor Zhuo!” A man wearing golden glasses helped Zhuo Yu out of the car. “I’m the program assistant; quickly take the students to the assembly; everyone is waiting for you.”
The female student took the initiative to push up her teacher’s wheelchair and followed the assistant to the village entrance with her classmates.
Zhuo Yu just got out of the car and was stunned by the sea breeze with a salty smell. He looked toward the direction of the wind, and a lofty mountain immediately crashed into his line of sight.
It was pale, steep, and comparable to an extinct wall.
This was… the scene in his dream.
The project assistant pushed his glasses. “This village is called Mingshan Village, the opposite mountain is called Ming, and you can see the sea if you walk a few kilometers further.”
The villagers only heard that it was the Geological Bureau that came to explore; they were quite enthusiastic and k-illed a few pigs to receive them and cleaned the empty rooms for the team to live in. Of course, the project team also gave the villagers a lot of compensation.
Zhuo Yu was taken to an empty space, which looked like the village square, filled with people. There were also some security personnel stationed on site, prohibiting unrelated individuals from approaching.
The villagers were informed by the village head that they should not disturb these important people. They put down the big iron pot with pickled Chinese cabbage and fish and left it under the watch of the security.
The figures in this square were of various colors and shapes, and to Zhuo Yu, it was just one word, “miscellaneous.”.
Here there were well-mannered readers, there were surveying teams with groups, there were geologists who came to this place and kept on painting, there were professional photographers holding cannons/tubes, and there were even a lot of people in the martial arts community. Zhuo Yu’s sharp eyes found that they all had an animal hook claw on their necks.
He checked for a long while before recognizing a short girl inside who seemed to be Liu Jingyun.
But now was not the time to recognize each other.
Zhuo Yu could feel an ambiguous gaze; perhaps Liu Jingyun was also looking at him.
The students were a bit nervous, and there was uneasiness in their voices. “Professor, why are there so many people? Didn’t you say it was an archaeological project?”
Zhuo Yu shook his head and signaled them to be quiet.
Only after the clearing was completed and the members were all assembled did this mysterious project initiator show his face.
The person who came was an old man in his sixties, but he was hale and hearty, fit and strong, not at all worse than a young man, and he also had a moustache. Zhuo Yu thought he looked familiar, and only then did he find it in his character’s memory.
This old man, wasn’t he the director of the National Museum?
“Everyone present, all of you are industry elites, and to receive an invitation is the country’s recognition of you.” The old man solemnly distributed one file after another, his eyes full of solemnity and hidden excitement. “Please open the information.”
Zhuo Yu unwrapped the string, and the first picture inside made his eyes widen in surprise.
“Yes, you all read it correctly; what’s in the photo is none other than the pyramid.” Curator Li Chuanning cleared his throat. “Given that some members do not have archaeological knowledge, allow me to interpret it for you.”
“Perhaps some of you think that the pyramid originated from Ancient Egypt, but this is actually not the case. Many ancient civilizations possessed similar architectural structures, such as the Mayan pyramids, the Aztec pyramids, and many Inca and Ancient European civilizations have unearthed similar remains.”
“Even we, in China, discovered the ruins of Sanxingdui a few decades ago, which also has pyramid-type architecture.”
Someone couldn’t help but interject, “In our field of biology, this phenomenon can also be called convergent evolution; as long as the latitudes are similar, similar creatures and civilizations will be born.”
“That’s right.” Li Chuanning applauded the biologists, then narrated, “Three months ago, a construction team dug up a burial pit, and the archaeological team had been conducting salvage excavations since arriving, but when someone used the underground cavity detector, they realized that this wasn’t an ordinary burial ground.”
He pointed to the high mountain in the distance, “The entire body of Mt. Ming was hollowed out, and we used an imager along with heat conduction mapping to discover a pyramid a thousand meters high inside, and this is surrounded by the ruins of an ancient Neolithic city.”
The curator’s voice quivered, “This discovery is enough to turn archaeological history upside down.”
He picked up the photo of the pyramid site and said in a deep voice, “This is the restoration we made from the image; as you can see, this building is not a triangular cone shape but a trapezoidal pyramid with four faces. Not only that, there is also an inverted tetrahedron underneath it that is in perfect alignment with it, and the combination of the two makes up a nearly rhombic ortho-octahedron. Listening to all this is making you all feel dizzy, right? How could the primitive people of the Neolithic period build such a large-scale building? Moreover, they hollowed out the mountain without destroying the exterior of Mount Ming and built it inside.”
An anthropologist hesitated but still raised his hand to speak, “Curator, it is possible that you may think that I am unimaginative, but the birth of mankind has been millions of years, of which there is even a gap of 130,000 years. Long ago, researchers have said that we are not the first generation of mankind…”
Curator Li Chuanning sighed deeply, “It’s okay; don’t feel like I’m being whimsical; I was ordered to find you all precisely because this matter is far beyond the ability of archaeologists. As you said, this mountain in front of us may be buried with secrets that predate the origin of mankind.”
The geologist asked, “Did you use carbon 14?”
In his field, the so-called Carbon 14 was radiocarbon dating, which utilized the decay of the Carbon 14 isotope to detect the age of matter and could detect accurate data up to 50,000 years.
Li Chuanning nodded and then somewhat greedily said, “We did use the dating method, but this civilization has far exceeded 50,000 years; our team spent a month arguing and finally came up with a figure.”
“This pyramid was born exactly 130,000 years ago in the history of mankind.”
The square fell silent for a moment.
Because everyone knew what kind of earth-shattering archaeological discovery this would be, if it was really unearthed, then human history would be reshuffled and textbooks would be rewritten.
What ancient civilizations—the seven wonders—in front of this 130,000-year-old site—it seemed that any history seemed frivolous.
The human civilization of 130,000 years ago…
Even if they were allowed to hollow out the interior while maintaining the shape of a high mountain and build a square octahedral rhombus, it would be extremely difficult to do so.
“So that’s why we were anonymously called here, right?” Zhuo Yu suddenly spoke up as he shot a specious look at the curator. “You used the cuneiform script that interests me; what about the others?”
The geologist replies, “I was informed that there are landforms here that completely defy natural common sense; you see, the mountain is in the way, yet the winds are in line with it, which is odd, and the probability of treacherous peaks existing on the northeast coast is minuscule.”
Anthropologist: “The letters to me said that there are ruins of the earliest ancient tribes of mankind here…”
A religionist chimed in to help: “Curator, you’re the same one who told me that the oldest shamanic cultures are here, aren’t you?”
The square was divided into many groups, and the leaders of each group exchanged words before learning that everyone was attracted by the project they most wanted to study, while the rest of the community, who did not make a sound, just sat silently in the corner and wiped up their tools.
They were holding grave digging shovels.
Robbers?
Zhuo Yu thought to himself, Even grave robbers had been brought here; the higher-ups were really paying attention.
The grave robbers who could come here must also be famous activists, who wanted to have a proper reputation to earn money from the country instead of going into the traitorous business of buying and selling cultural relics; this opportunity was what they craved for the most.
“Hahaha.” Li Chuanning smiled and stroked his beard. “That’s right, I don’t think you guys will blame me, because what’s in the invitation, it’s all true.”
He said in a loud voice, “Take a look; this land in front of you is capable of fulfilling every dream, and when we successfully excavate it, the names of everyone present will go down in history.”
The crowd once again boiled, and the students around Zhuo Yu couldn’t stop shivering with excitement.
Zhuo Yu held his chin and scanned the group of excited scholars with boredom; did no one feel that something was wrong?
It was a very chaotic era now, with rampant tomb raiding, collisions with overseas powers, and extremely complex channels.
Zhuo Yu, of course, understood that in the country “archaeology” and “tomb raiding” were very different; he also trusted the national archaeological team wouldn’t be the same as those barbaric pirates, but rather a truly protective excavation.
But… he didn’t trust grave robbers.
The museum curator sent a secret invitation letter to the scholarly temptation to let them, a group of industry bulls, come, but didn’t disclose half of the information about this relic; it was probably in order to prevent the news from flowing out and attracting the wrongdoers.
However, there was no signal tower in Mingshan. In this era, mobile phones and cell phones were high-end products, but most people here didn’t know where they were, so they couldn’t spread the news.
As long as confidentiality was maintained, once these experts had thoroughly studied the ruins and they were openly housed by the state in museums, it wouldn’t be up to any foreign organization to intervene and plunder them under the pretext of “this is a treasure of all mankind.”.
But he looked at those people again. Were they so confident that this group of money-minded guys wouldn’t make any mistakes?
Everyone was cheering, but Zhuo Yu looked in the direction of Liu Jingyun and was vaguely worried.
After a night of intense discussion, the curator began to take full responsibility for all the scholars present.
The first thing was the grouping.
If they wanted to enter this pyramid building, they had to find the weak spot of the mountain first, which was the job of the mapping team. Next was the drilling team, who would have to implant the shield in the right place and then break through the mountain wall.
Last time, it was the Mausoleum of the First Qin Emperor that received such attention. Unfortunately, the precious colored paintings, murals, and colors on the Terra Cotta Warriors disappeared due to improper protection. Having learned from the experience of the Mausoleum of the First Qin Emperor, they did not dare to enter the main body of the pyramid, for fear that the precious cultural relics inside would be oxidized quickly after contacting the outside air.
So, the curator decided to establish a temporary base at the foot of the mountain while the construction team was working, and it would be patrolled 24 hours a day by security personnel.
It was said to be a base, but it was just a tent group, but no one protested against the harsh living conditions. Everyone began busy preparations.
The day had just dawned, and the engineering teams were already in operation, it rumbled non-stop. Zhuo Yu’s students also followed to help set up tents and handle supplies at the foot of the mountain, leaving only Zhuo Yu, the cleaner, to stay in the open space.
Taking advantage of this time, Zhuo Yu began to look around.
They were very close to Mount Ming, and he could touch the pale rock wall with only a few dozen meters of forward travel.
“What are you looking at?” A man’s voice rang out, and Zhuo Yu looked up to find that it was the religious scholar in the group.
“My name is Luo Musheng, and you?”
The man was almost as young as Zhuo Yu; he was slim, had a sharp chin, and was saggy-eyed. He could convey an innocent expression at a glance, like a Pomeranian who hadn’t eaten for several years.
Was it because peers had more topics to talk about that they came to talk to him? Zhuo Yu smiled at him and said, “Zhuo Yu, Folklore Studies.”
“Interesting.” Luo Musheng casually picks up a white stone, “That old man really called in all walks of life.”
“After all, it’s the most amazing discovery in human history.”
“Also.” Luo Musheng greeted loudly, “Old Qin, come on, check if this is chalk!”
The geologist ran over with a pointed hammer in his hand; he was a little older but full of spirit; since he came here, it was like he was injected with chicken blo-od. Old Qin took the stone and examined it with a magnifying glass.
“That’s right, it’s chalk; this is too outrageous.”
“Chalk?” Zhuo Yu didn’t know much about geology.
“Yes, it’s that chalk from the Cretaceous period; it’s a type of limestone, but it’s only common in Western Europe; it’s almost nonexistent in our country.” Old Qin’s eyes glistened as soon as he spoke of his expertise. “This stuff is loose and friable. The English name is chalk; yes, the same name as chalk. The earliest chalk was made from chalk.”
Old Qin pinched hard, and the rock, which had been flaked from the rock wall, crumbled into crumbs.
“Then how did it form?” Luo Musheng broke off a few more pieces from the mountain and pinched them purely as decompression balls, crumbling one after another, and a layer of powder quickly accumulated on the ground.
Old Qin casually said, “It was formed by marine deposition, but there are many who believe that chalk is a calcareous accumulation of biological remains.”
The stone in Luo Musheng’s hand immediately fell to the ground, and he exclaimed in disgust, “Why didn’t you say so earlier? Am I not playing with the ashes here?”
“What are you afraid of? It’s all just algae.” Old Qin shrugged his shoulders without a care in the world, and as if he had been given a treasure, he stowed the chalk in a sealed bag, intending to go and test and analyze it with an instrument.
Zhuo Yu frowned; as a folklorist, he had a vague memory in his head.
It seemed that in the customs of many ancient tribes, there was the act of placing animal carcasses and bones all over the altar, especially in some old primitive tribes in the Americas and jungle borders, and they would also mash the bones and use them as pigments to decorate the ceremony.
But ……
Zhuo Yu looked toward the towering and treacherous Mount Ming.
If it really was a pile of bones, how many lives must have ended for there to be such a thick and high chalky rock layer?
Perhaps it was just the calcium of algae, as Old Qin had said.
He twisted up a pinch of chalk powder and put it into the bottle and put it into the hanging bag on his waist.
Zhuo Yu was quite comfortable here because everyone was a scholar, someone who was very dedicated and inquisitive about their field, just like Zhuo Yu. So there were no interpersonal problems here; everyone came with a bare heart.
This academic atmosphere was a much more comforting environment than [Strange Tales by the Lakeside].
In Strange Tale by the Lakeside, all the actors were gathered together in the opening credits, and they were all caught up in the traveler’s car accident, and the big, grinning team of Zhou Wu were so forthcoming with key information about the actors, the set, and so on.
But this movie was different; they came to Mount Ming separately, and no one volunteered their actor status.
The difficulty had become higher…
While Zhuo Yu was thinking about it, Old Qin suddenly let out a strange cry, attracting everyone’s attention.
“There are snakes! There’s a snake!!!”
Old Qin was so scared that he sat on his butt on the ground; the geology hammer in his hand flew off, and only after Luo Musheng came closer did he laugh out loud and say, “It’s fake!”
The others also gathered around, and the archaeological team’s used nylon brushes and hand shovels to sweep away the chalky powder, shoveling away the soil layer, and soon the full extent of the thing was revealed.
It was a strange sculpture, already quite broken.
When it was taken out, everyone got a wicked chill.
What kind of thing was this?
The serpent’s tail was attached to the neck of the small pottery man like a flailing whip, replacing the head, and the lower half of the humanoid’s body, which was also strangely shaped, had a large hole cut into its abdomen, like a python’s mouth, with fangs in its open mouth. The two legs of the ceramic man were also twisted, pinched out in a limp stance, and covered with scales.
It was as if a man and a snake had been roughly kneaded together. This was a genetically mutated monster that a horror movie couldn’t even think of, right?
“Pottery? Pottery can be fired into such an exquisite shape.” The archaeologist’s head full of question marks almost turned into substance as he turned the sculpture over. “Wait, it’s still hollow on the inside, my goodness! Can handmade pottery do that?!”
“And the dynamic pose of this pottery is beautiful; I feel like a lot of painters can’t paint such realistic and dynamic…” another archaeologist murmured.
“It looks like there was color before; it was eroded away.”
The crowd’s chatter drew the museum curator; his eyes moved slightly, and he instructed the archaeology team’s to preserve this significant discovery.
Zhuo Yu had long since taken advantage of the chaos and returned to the tent. He pretended to be holding a notebook to record the information, but in reality, he was just lost in thought, drawing tiny Asha figurines on it; he was waiting for someone.
“Captain!”
Luo Jingyun’s voice suddenly rang from behind, startling Zhuo Yu.
“Like a ghost.” He tossed the small notebook aside. “What, finally free to come over?”
“The ones on my side have all gone to see those statues as well.” Liu Jingyun said softly, “Captain, let me show you who I am first.”
[Actor Liu Jingyun, playing the role of “Ah Yun”].
Ah Yun (B): Ah Yun is a fatherless and motherless orphan, adopted by Wang Dazhi, the heir to the martial arts lineage, since childhood. Unfortunately, she doesn’t know anything about feng shui and only practiced bone skills and became Wang Dazhi’s personal bodyguard. After receiving the invitation letter, Wang Dazhi invited his companions and disciples to go ahead, and Ah Yun naturally followed and came to Mount Ming together.]
[Character traits: being able-bodied, deft, and possessing physical strength and force that is hard for ordinary people to reach. Disadvantages are that once injured it is difficult to heal, and resistance to non-physical damage is very low.]
She lifted out the claws of the mountain-piercing armor around her neck: “Look, an authentic talisman; I’ve only seen it in movies.”
Zhuo Yu touched the ancient necklace and said with interest, “Maybe it can be taken out of the movie; this thing is most likely a prop.”
“What’s the use? Warding off evil spirits?” Liu Jingyun looked towards the pale and dangerous peaks, a bit of pressure in her tone. “Inside there, it won’t be haunted, right?”
“It’s not a ghost-blowing lamp; didn’t that curator say that it’s just ancient relics inside?”
Liu Jingyun shook her head like a rattle drum, a little playful: “Don’t, ah, in case it’s like Tutankhamun’s curse, what if all the people who go in there are going to die!”
Zhuo Yu laughed at her performance, “It’s not like you haven’t experienced it before; can Tutankhamun’s curse be as terrifying as the Golden Lake?”
“Also.” Liu Jingyun harrumphed, “Captain, can you tell who the actors are?”
“Not for now; the flame tattoos can be hidden; we only know that there are a total of six actors right now, excluding you and me; there are still four left. It seems that none of the actors in this movie are useless, and there’s even a good chance that there are no newcomers.”
“There are no newcomers…” Liu Jingyun smacked his lips. “Indeed, I didn’t see anyone particularly flustered; everyone is as steady as an old dog.”
“That’s what makes it more dangerous.”
Zhuo Yu patted Liu Jingyun’s shoulder, “Hurry up and go; since no one wants to reveal their identity, let’s not take the initiative to do so; your character doesn’t know me; coming over to me like this will be very strange in other people’s eyes; it will attract attention.”
“Hiss, right.”
“Let’s see what happens.”
Liu Jingyun then realized the seriousness of the matter; she nodded and quietly returned to her side of the tent.
The air was very stifling, and even the sea breeze blowing in the distance was even heavier, sticking to his body. Zhuo Yu looked towards the sky and found that since an unknown time, the color of the sky had darkened, with large dark clouds squeezed together, low as if they were going to press towards them.
But the curator had checked; today’s weather should be sunny.
A loud rumbling came from mid-air, the kind of muffled thunder that often signaled an impending rainstorm.
All the scholars who were engrossed in the activity at hand looked towards the sky in unison, only to see that the layers of dark clouds had already covered the entire sky, and in just a few seconds, the pressure made it impossible for people to react.
Did the Northeast have this kind of blistering weather?
“Everyone, quickly move the instruments back to the tent!!!” The curator shouted at the top of his lungs with a loudspeaker, yet the sound of muffled thunder had already overshadowed him, and everyone felt the tiny raindrops falling on their skin.
“Move the instruments!!!” The leaders of the groups came back to their senses and hurriedly ran to each other, desperately trying to push the expensive machines back to the tents.
Only the Religion and Folklore teams had nothing to salvage, and Luo Musheng and Zhuo Yu looked at each other in dismay and began to order the students under them to help.
But it was still too late.
Those tiny raindrops were like a precursor to the storm, and with another loud rumble, bean-sized droplets splashed intensively onto the earth, instantly shrouding the landscape in a layer of rain and mist like smoking smoke.
The rain intensified, slapping against the skin and almost causing pain.
However, not a single person chose to advance to the tent; their detectors were too expensive. In the nineties in China, there were only one or two of them in a university; if it was damaged, then there was really no more.
People were drenched by the torrential rain, and their clothes were all clinging to their bodies, as if they had fallen into the sea and just swam ashore.
“Not good.” Luo Musheng felt that the ground had become thin and soft, a large number of chalk rock layers were washed away by the heavy rain, the mountain was constantly dripping down white water, and soon all of the location they were in was dyed white.
Geologist Old Qin had just pushed the probe into the tent; his glasses were already fogged up. “This is impossible; the northeast seashore wouldn’t suddenly receive such heavy rainfall; this scale has never been seen before!”
“Yes!” Luo Musheng had to shout to make himself heard, “I checked the weather forecast too; it’s been sunny all week!”
A violent hurricane blew up; many tools on the ground were blown into mid-air as the wind whirled around; the tarpaulin was rolled by the wind and rattled; soon there were pillars uprooted, and the whole tent was overturned and flew up into the sky.
Zhuo Yu felt the earth shaking as he jerked his head up and yelled, “Run! Stay away from the mountain!!!”
However, his voice was completely silenced by the even more violent weather.
“Bang,” the construction team’s side also turned pale; their shield machine was stuck, as if it were being bitten by the mountain, unable to take another step forward, but the clicking and cracking sound was even more dangerous.
The mountain wall was breaking…
Many people who realized the danger started to run in the opposite direction; however, with the muddy ground mixed with slippery chalky water, they couldn’t run far at all before they were swallowed by this quagmire trap and couldn’t leave at all.
Zhuo Yu’s wheelchair tipped right over, and he collapsed into the white mud, feeling like he was about to be carried away by a hurricane, and he didn’t have any support in his hands that he could grab onto. His body had begun to move, and on the side that the wind was blowing toward was the sharp tent pole that had broken in half.
Just in the nick of time, Zhuo Yu felt his body being grabbed by someone.
Luo Jingyun?
No, it wasn’t right. What grabbed him was a man’s hand.
The torrential rain blurred the other man’s face to the point where he couldn’t be seen, and he could vaguely see that he was wearing a mask, with only the other man’s talisman fluttering in the wind.
The man drew a huge ancient sword with a wide blade from his back, and he plunged the blade into the mud, anchoring himself to the ground with a death grip. Zhuo Yu was all set to use his skills, but he didn’t want to expose his identity, so he held back in the end and reached around the other man’s waist.
It was so hot…
This person’s body temperature was so high that it wasn’t normal.
Another gust of wind, and the mask flew away.
Now Zhuo Yu was so close to the other party that he was only a few centimeters away, and as long as he got a little bit closer, his face was going to be attached to the man’s nape of the neck. It was also because of the proximity that he could see the man’s true appearance.
Zhuo Yu’s breath stuttered.
He had never seen such a beautiful person before; even the most glamorous celebrity would be like wildflowers on the dirt road, unremarkable against the backdrop of this man.
With picturesque eyebrows, eyes like it was painted, a straight and handsome nose, and a pair of extremely good-looking light-colored lips. His eyes were downcast, and his raven-feathered eyelashes cast a shadow on his fair skin, giving his entire person an extremely classical beauty.
Zhuo Yu was actually mesmerized by a man’s face in such a crisis situation.
He didn’t have much interest in pretty faces, yet this man was like magic, gripping his sight and thoughts, and by the time Zhuo Yu came back to his senses, he had already pressed his cheek against the other man’s neck and was close to rubbing against it twice like a clingy cat.
“…… ” What time was this? How could he still eat an NPC’s tofu?
[TN: Literal translation: “to eat tofu,” but saying that someone is “eating tofu” generally means they are taking advantage of someone, often with a se-xual implication.]
Zhuo Yu couldn’t wait to pinch himself, feeling as if he had been dazed by the other party’s beauty; he was making moves that were completely out of character for him.
This wasn’t normal!
The man seemed to sense Zhuo Yu’s movement to move away; he held the knife in one hand while the other hand circled Zhuo Yu in his arms, exerting even more force.
Zhuo Yu once again violently pressed into the other man’s body, and both their clothes were soaked; the high body heat and the chest that rose and fell with his breathing signaled his presence, actually making Zhuo Yu a little embarrassed.
Zhuo Yu used vulgar language in his mind for the first time; he finally realized his behavior was related to the character design!
“Hold me tight.” The man’s low and gorgeous voice rang out, causing Zhuo Yu to instantly have a sense of vestigial vision.
He had heard this voice.
And it wasn’t brought on by the character’s memories; he had heard it himself!
Zhuo Yu closed his eyes tightly as countless fragments flashed back in his mind, finally stopping at a place that looked like a dark cave. Inside there was this voice tempting Zhuo Yu forward…
“1”.
That was right, the “1” on the snake’s scale!
Zhuo Yu snapped back to the contents of his nightmare, and he looked at the man holding him with unbelievable eyes.
Just then, the rumbling sound exploded again, but this time everyone heard something different…
The sound was not thunder at all!
The man looked towards Mount Ming, and Zhuo Yu also looked towards this high mountain.
The rumbling sound was coming from the mountain, and it was located quite a bit lower. The first sound was probably at the tip of the mountain, and that was why everyone mistook it for thunder.
The roaring rumble came even faster, its position dropping, and then, like the gurgling sound of shaking a water bottle, causing the liquid to hit the bottle, it eerily spread through the wilderness.
In an instant, as if opening a floodgate, a large amount of liquid broke through the rock wall and sent the shield flying. This mountain was unexpectedly full of water, and the amount of water was definitely as much as a lake.
Whether it was instruments or people, all of them were caught in the midst of the torrent, floating and sinking in the water, but what was even more frightening was that the water that broke through the rock wall was flowing back into the mountain along with the terrain.
[Actor Gu Wei, dead.] [Died on impact.]
Zhuo Yu watched as the captain of the surveying team was slapped toward the mountain, and that one was simply like a thousand pounds of force pouncing on a person, so he was an actor?……
Gu Wei’s body was crushed.
Zhuo Yu’s situation wasn’t optimistic; he and the man who saved his life were equally swept in by the water. In the first few seconds of unconsciousness, he only remembered that the man threw away the knife and protected him in his arms.
……
“Cough cough cough!!!” Zhuo Yu woke up with a start and then immediately tore up his lungs coughing, choking out a lot of watery liquid.
The discomfort in his head only lessened quite a bit after he breathed freely.
“You’re awake!” Luo Musheng shook Zhuo Yu’s shoulder vigorously as he stretched out three fingers towards the other party. “Look, how many is this?”
“3…… ” Zhuo Yu shook his head and was shocked to realize that he was sitting on a cold and wet stone, surrounded by survivors.
Old Qin, who engaged in geology, Luo Musheng, curator Li Chuanning, and many students and archaeological team, adding up to about twenty or thirty people, all gathered here in a sorry state. Some people were crying, making this weird and ghostly space even more frightening.
“Impossible, we didn’t even measure that there was a lake in the mountain; clearly, an hour ago, there was nothing but pyramids in Mount Ming!” The mapping team’s captain had died, and they were in a state of extreme despair.
The people around them were deathly silent.
Zhuo Yu reached out to hold the wall and found it uneven to the touch. He fixed his eyes on the blackened rock wall and realized that it was covered with unknown cuneiform characters; they seemed to have been washed by the water that entered the cave when it was opened by the shield machine.
Luckily, someone had also picked up a searchlight, so they weren’t traveling in the dark. However, the searchlight’s range was limited, and it could only see that this was the hollow place between the mountain wall and the pyramid.
Zhuo Yu remembered the man who saved his life; he looked out all around and finally saw the figure of the other party in the group of grave robbers, only that he was lying on the ground in a coma, and Liu Jingyun was pressing on his chest and giving him CPR.
Zhuo Yu then realized that most of the people were injured, and that person was the one who was injured the most.
“…… ” Zhuo Yu’s eyes were a little complicated; he wanted to go over to see the other person, but the wheelchair was gone; he couldn’t even walk over.
“You can’t walk.” Luo Musheng also realized this problem; he looked embarrassed. “What can we do about this?”
Zhuo Yu thought to himself, “What else can I do? If I light up my wings, the ones who will die of fright will be you.”
At this moment, a fierce thug from the tomb raider came to pick a fight, and Zhuo Yu gave him a cold glance before sending him away with just a few words.
“Get lost.” Zhuo Yu coldly glared at him, “Shut up if you want to live.”
That man knew that he still needed Zhuo Yu’s ability to leave this place, and he didn’t want to really tear his face off, and was called back by the leader named Wang Daji, who fiercely scolded him.
“Alas, if he wakes up, you have to thank him; he was lapped by the water onto a boulder in order to save you, and now it’s uncertain if he’ll survive.” Luo Musheng asked, “There is true love on earth; there aren’t many good people like him.”
“There aren’t many good-looking ones like that either.” Zhuo Yu digressed; he quietly reached into his waistband and took out a first aid bandage from the lattice space. “If he dies in order to save me, I’m really in for a big sin.”
The first aid bandage was just an ordinary roll of bandage on the outside, but as long as it was wrapped around it, life would be restored at a percentage rate, and it was a more expensive disposable prop that the average actor couldn’t afford yet.
But Zhuo Yu wasn’t distressed.
“Good looking?” Luo Musheng looked skeptical. “What does he look like? I have no impression.”
Zhuo Yu’s hand holding the bandage lurched.
Luo Musheng didn’t look like he was lying; he held his chin and said, “Obviously it’s an ordinary face with nothing eye-catching, ah?”
“…… ” Zhuo Yu was silent as he placed the first aid bandage in Luo Musheng’s hand. “Hand it over for me, thanks.”
A face without any memory points. It seemed that he had encountered a strange person again.
He, could he be Asha?
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