At the critical moment, Ian rushed over and stopped the spear. Zhang Qilin suddenly rushed over as well.
"Little brother."
Ian gripped his black-gold ancient saber tightly and stabbed it at the soldier's head.
The three of them started to fight, and the scene was intense.
The paper soldiers did not feel any pain at all. Moreover, their combat strength was very strong. After a few rounds, Ian and Zhang Qilin gradually felt a little powerless. Blood flowed from the corners of their mouths.
The paper soldiers had immense strength. They were truly mortal bodies.
Sparks flew from the long spear and short sword. Ian took the opportunity to use the sparks to ignite the paper soldier's body, and the paper soldier began to burn.
Taking advantage of this time, Zhang Qilin and Ian picked up the wine jugs in the tunnel and threw them at the paper soldiers crazily. The fire grew bigger and bigger.
Soon, it was engulfed by the sea of fire.
The three of them heaved a sigh of relief.
Before Wu Xie could recover, his chest hurt and he coughed non-stop.
His voice sounded like he had lost all hope in life.
"Fatty, Fatty is dead."
"Let's go, bring him home."
Wu Xie turned around stiffly and prepared to look at Fatty.
Suddenly, a long spear flew out from the sea of fire, bringing with it a bright flame as it pierced straight towards Wuxie.
Zhang Qilin did not hesitate to block the fatal blow for Ian. Blood splattered all over Wuxie's face.
Wu Xie was dumbfounded. Everything happened too quickly, and his limbs and bones were in intense pain.
"Lil…Brother, Little Brother."
Zhang Qilin lost his strength and fell to the ground.
Wu Xie held Ian.
"Little brother, little brother is fine. You won't die. He is Zhang Qilin. How could he die so easily? Get up quickly. You're lying to me, aren't you?”
Zhang Qilin fainted.
"No…don't."
"Wait for me."
At this moment, Wuxie wanted to die with Lord Fatty and Zhang Qilin. This way, their iron triangle would have a companion on the road to the afterlife.
Suddenly.
Ian's voice sounded.
"Wuxie, wake up."
Wuxie shouted loudly, completely waking up from the illusion. The red light in the tomb had returned to normal.
He subconsciously touched his face and realized that there was no blood on the gloves.
The experience just now was still vivid in his mind. It was too real and he could not recover from it.
"Are you alright? You just fell into an illusion. Everything is fake."
Ian could tell from Wu Xie's expression what he had just experienced.
"The feeling just now was too real."
Ian explained.
"The dye used to draw this kind of mural contains some kind of poisonous substance that has a hallucinogenic effect. It can let people see what they don't want to see the most. Don't take it seriously."
Wu Xie looked at the mural and recalled everything that had happened just now. He coughed violently.
Lord Fatty's voice rang out. He had just rushed over from the passageway and saw two people stopping in this tomb.
"You two are here. Wuxie, how are you? Why are you coughing like this?"
Wu Xie came to his senses. Everything that had happened since Fatty came in was an illusion.
Ian realized that something was amiss and urged.
"Hurry up and leave. We can't stay here for long."
Lord Fatty was about to go get his Thunder God statue. After what had happened just now, Wuxie was a little scared.
He rushed forward like a madman and grabbed Lord Fatty tightly as he shouted.
"Don't touch it, don't touch the Lightning Statue."
Lord Fatty had never seen such a helpless person before.
"Alright, alright, alright. I won't touch it, alright? Can I look at the murals?"
"No, you can't look at the murals either. If you don't want to die, don't do anything. Fatty, let me tell you, when I was looking at the mural just now, I seemed to have been hypnotized by it and had hallucinations. This mural was specially used to confuse grave robbers. Don't look at it. This place was too strange. Let's go."
Lord Fatty really didn't know why Wuxie had such a big reaction.
"Alright, alright, let's go. But there's one more thing I want to tell you. I've seen many murals over there just now, and I didn't hallucinate.”
"Let's go. I'll bring you guys to take a look.”
Lord Fatty took the other Thunder God Statues and ran away first.
Liu Sang did not want to see Wuxie and the others. He only wanted to be alone with Zhang Qilin, so he kept bringing Zhang Qilin in the wrong direction. As a result, Ian did not hear anything about them after that.
"Take a break. My face is dirty. I'll wipe it first. Do you want to wipe it?”
The other party did not say anything.
Zhang Qilin had never been stained with dust.
"Idol, I just heard about the underground palace of King Nanhai. Not only is it huge, but it's also several levels deep. We're still in the tunnel. There is a drainage system under our feet that is connected to the sea.”
Other than being annoying, Liu Sang was still capable.
"The archeological team must have left through the drainage system. Let's go there and find an exit! I don't know where Ian and the others went, so I didn't know where to look for you.”
Zhang Qilin did not make a sound from the beginning to the end. It was only when Liu Sang said that Ian and the others were already dead that Zhang Qilin quickly walked forward and ran.
Liu Sang looked discouraged.
The other three went to the Burial Tomb.
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