Chapter 128

Could it be that he was going to start a shamanic dance right there on the spot?

Imagining the young man's cold, ruthless face beneath the human-skin mask, solemnly performing a shamanic dance, Zhang Lin was instantly intrigued.

While eating breakfast, he opened the archaeology team's livestream.

Today's storytelling session was in the afternoon, so Zhang Lin still had the whole morning to rest.

This was his first time watching a livestream; in the past, he had only heard the audience relay things during storytelling sessions.

Watching it himself this time, he realized the National Institute of Archaeology's livestream equipment was quite advanced.

Basically every angle was visible, and the archaeology team's words were recorded clearly.

The moment he opened the livestream, he saw Fatty flop down from the cave entrance with a thud and land sitting on the ground.

Then he started groaning "Ow ow ow" from his mouth.

"Oh my god! It's so high down here, and nobody warned me—almost split my butt into eight pieces!"

Tianzhen came over and hauled him up, brushing the dust off his body.

"Stop yelling, we've already entered the burial chamber. You'd better keep your voice down."

Fatty burst out laughing the moment he heard that. "Haha, what kind of bullshit are you spouting, little Tianzhen?"

"Why would I need to keep my voice down? This is an ancient tomb! What, are you afraid of waking the tomb's owner?"

Fatty's words were also heard by the viewers in the livestream.

One after another, they all typed "Hahahahaha" in the bullet comments.

Clearly, wherever Fatty went, he could always become the source of laughter.

Wu Tianzhen, however, said somewhat solemnly: "Anyway, my grandfather said that underground is another world, and you must have a sense of reverence."

Hearing this, Fatty immediately put on a face full of fake reverence and said: "Don't worry, I have the most sense of reverence!"

"I'll tell the tomb's owner right now—Fatty Master won't take a single thing inside!"

"If I do take something, at most I'll take one or two of the most valuable items. The tomb's owner's been dead so long, he shouldn't mind, right?"

Tianzhen glared at him, about to speak.

Then he heard a "click-click-click" strange sound coming from within the burial chamber!

Like someone whispering, like someone grinding their teeth—it made one's scalp tingle and one's teeth ache!

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