Chapter 2500: How Disgusting! You Sure Are Ruthless, Kid!

As for the previous situation, because the past must be left in the past, Wang Wang Canghai now had to look forward, and from the very start he had also been convinced that what he ultimately cared about was still the situation of Archaeology Team Two.

He had nothing to do with Archaeology Team One anymore, but an instinctive curiosity still drove him to switch over to their livestream the moment he hung up the phone.

At the very beginning, when Wu Tianzhen produced the map hidden within the murals, Wang Wang Canghai had sworn to himself that he would never watch Archaeology Team One's livestream again, because the more he watched the angrier he got, and even that feeling of atmosphere was becoming somewhat uncontrollable — but under the present circumstances, he could only take things one step at a time.

He had to see what exactly this so-called fresh paint was; only by seeing the actual object could Wang Wang Canghai make a corresponding judgment, otherwise everything would just be empty talk on paper.

And Wang Wang Canghai did have other guesses in his mind, such as whether this mural was connected to the situation on Archaeology Team Two's side, or whether there were other as-yet-undiscovered and unknown microorganisms on the mural — if that were the case, Wang Wang Canghai might change his current thinking.

Of course, there was a major premise here: Wang Wang Canghai had to obtain some confirmation, namely that this microorganism itself was helpful to it; if it wasn't helpful, he wouldn't go to such thankless trouble — this point was certain.

At this moment Wang Wang Canghai's attention focused on Archaeology Team One's livestream room; he was even faintly looking forward to seeing what exactly was going on with this paint.

But when he saw the actual situation, he became even more baffled. Originally Wang Wang Canghai had believed that, relying on his own experience, even if he couldn't understand the specific situation, at the very least he could guess the general picture.

But now there wasn't even a general picture. First of all, he could directly see where the biggest problem lay — it wasn't that the paint itself had gotten onto their hands, nor that the paint was extremely vivid, but rather the issue of this point in time.

Earlier, inside the tomb, they had seen that although this mural itself looked as good as new, if the paint hadn't dried, at the very least they would have smelled something!

Of course, that smell itself might very well have been masked by sulfur, which would still be explainable — but why, under the effect of such heavy moisture, had this paint not flaked off at all?

The mural itself could still present a lifelike state — that was the most baffling part.

If Fatty hadn't been so itchy-fingered as to touch the mural, this matter probably would never have come to light in their entire lives. They would have left afterward, taken at most a few photos, and no one would have cared what kind of state the mural was actually in.

But now that this bizarre situation had been discovered, naturally they wouldn't just let it go, even without all these messy complications.

Even taking a step back ten thousand paces, they still had to get to the bottom of the answer. The reason was also very simple — after all, as an archaeology team, they still possessed that irrepressible desire for knowledge.

And this was also their mission; if they didn't even have such an ability, they wouldn't deserve to be called an archaeology team.

After Wang Cang walked back, everyone couldn't help but look at him. At this point, apart from Zhang Lin, no one could unravel this puzzle — they had also become convinced of one thing.

Wang Cang, on the other hand, just shrugged his shoulders, without concealing what he had done, and said bluntly: "I called that mysterious person and asked him if he knew what the situation was here."

Hearing these words, both Wu Tianzhen and Fatty were somewhat caught between laughter and tears.