Chapter 691: The root of hallucinations! One of the ten great ancient tomb mechanisms!

"It is also the root of creating hallucinations."

After saying this sentence, the time was just right. Only a 'clack' sound was heard, and Zhang Lin slammed the gavel without hesitation.

"The matter of the Prince of Gumo's tomb ends here."

Amidst the crowd's confusion, Zhang Lin also began to pack his things, preparing to leave the venue.

The Second Archaeological Team received the message simultaneously and hurriedly ran up.

Yang Lu, Wang Kaixuan, and the three of them had the best physical strength and were the first to arrive at the top.

Without waiting for the others, Wang Kaixuan didn't even need any orders and consciously climbed onto the roof.

Right now, his heart was already pounding; he was as impatient as could be.

He only hoped to quickly figure out what exactly was going on in here, and what kind of thing could create such hallucinations?

The flashlight beam fell vertically. Just as Zhang Lin had said, they didn't know what medium this beam of light had passed through to be able to cast this kind of purple radiance.

And upon seeing this kind of purple light, Hu Bayi's expression tightened, and he immediately said: "Won't this kind of purple light also make people hallucinate?"

Yang Lu didn't even think about it and said directly: "Since Mr. Zhang didn't mention it, then it definitely won't."

Hu Bayi thought about it and felt it made a lot of sense.

The next moment, Yang Lu was seen aligning the jade pendant directly with the center point of the purple light.

A magical scene occurred; the center of the seemingly hollow jade pendant actually intercepted the purple light.

It shone directly onto the wall, and immediately after, what they saw was a phantom image.

The combination of the jade pendant and the purple light was just like a projector.

The most important thing was that this kind of projection was actually moving.

Seeing this, Yang Lu's pupils shrank suddenly, and Hu Bayi was also stunned.

And Wang Kaixuan was still up there holding the flashlight, unable to see what was going on at all, and hurriedly asked: "Team Leader Yang, Old Hu, what did you see? Say something."

After asking this, Wang Kaixuan thought he would get a response very soon.

But he was met only with a long silence.

Although the two of them had quickly recovered from their stupor, for a moment, they really didn't know how to describe what they were seeing.

You could say it was a flower, or you could say it was a monster, because just looking at the flower itself, the appearance of this thing was simply too eerie.

【Damn! What is this thing? It looks a bit like an enlarged peony flower.】

【Have you ever seen a peony flower with smoke coming out of its center?】

【Although it's just a projection, it looks too evil. Who knows what this guy actually looks like.】

【No wonder the Prince of Gumo wanted to destroy this thing. I reckon the power of the Queen of Jingjue also came from it.】

Wang Kaixuan was even more anxious on his side, but Hu Bayi said: "Stop shouting, it's impossible to describe. You can look at the photos later."

Hearing this, Wang Kaixuan finally quieted down.

Yang Lu and Hu Bayi took dozens of photos each, as if they wanted to freeze every frame of this thing in this position.

At this time, Professor Sun and that group of slow-moving people also came up. When they saw the projection on the wall, they all had the same expression.

Professor Sun subconsciously pushed his glasses; this completely inexplicable thing was impossible to guess.

"Is there any feedback from the official side? Does Mr. Zhang recognize this thing?"

The projection was retracted. Wang Kaixuan looked at the photos and said: "Whether he recognizes it or not is not important. Now that we have found the root of the disaster, let's go to the Ancient City of Jingjue and kill this thing first."

Hu Bayi rolled his eyes at Wang Kaixuan and said: "First, you have to find it. Second, do you know how to deal with this thing?"

Wang Kaixuan thought about it and said: "After finding it, just burn it with a fire. It looks like a plant, it must be afraid of fire."

Yang Lu shook her head and said: "It's not that simple. If this thing can trigger such a large-scale hallucination, we won't be able to get close even if we find it."

Young Master Zhao suddenly popped out at this moment. This time he was also suddenly enlightened and didn't mention his own credit from just now.

He just said: "Team Leader Yang, don't we have gas masks? The so-called hallucination might be the influence of dust."

Hearing this, Yang Lu did not express agreement, but she did not deny it immediately either.

What Young Master Zhao said was indeed logical, but Yang Lu instinctively felt that things would not be that simple.

Inside the Crescent Hotel, Zhang Lin was already preparing to leave.

At this time, there were still audience members who hadn't left. Grabbing the last bit of an opening, they hurriedly asked: "Mr. Zhang, what exactly is this thing? Is it a plant or a monster?"

Zhang Lin was taken aback. Seeing the photo on the phone screen, he suddenly laughed. He really hadn't expected their speed to be so fast.

"This thing is called the Corpse-Fragrant Konjac. It is recorded in some incomplete ancient books and can be considered the primer for the Kunlun Wood."

"It can be used to stabilize Feng Shui layouts and even dragon veins, but the price is that it will trigger hallucinations in all living people, and this range is also very large. Gas masks are useless."

"Moreover, it is ranked among the ten great ancient tomb mechanisms! And it's ranked quite high!"

After saying these things, Zhang Lin exited the Crescent Hotel directly and walked quickly to the backstage.

The crowd was still savoring the flavor, but when they looked up, they saw that Zhang Lin was already gone, and they all revealed bitter smiles.

The official side also fed back this last piece of news for the day to the Second Archaeological Team.

Young Master Zhao, who had proposed this method, was stunned and subconsciously said: "Is this thing so evil? Even gas masks are useless?"

"What's more, anything that can be ranked in Mr. Zhang's top ten series is not an ordinary thing."

Yang Lu sighed and said: "Soldiers come to block, water comes to cover; pondering so much is useless. Tonight has been enough of a toss-up. Everyone go back and rest. We'll set off early tomorrow morning to continue searching for the ancient Kong Quehe riverbed."

Dangers and such will always exist; it's not that they will disappear just because you keep worrying about them.

Rest was the most realistic problem Yang Lu could think of.

Although they hadn't encountered any danger in the tomb, nor had they consumed much physical strength.

But thinking along Zhang Lin's train of thought continuously from beginning to end was definitely something that would make them feel exhausted.

As for the problem of the Corpse-Fragrant Konjac, the reason Yang Lu put it down for now...

On one hand, it was because they really couldn't find any good way to deal with it, and on the other hand, it was because Zhang Lin was still there.

Since he recognized this thing, there would already be a countermeasure.

So instead of letting her imagination run wild, it was better to wait quietly for Zhang Lin to announce the answer directly during tomorrow's storytelling session.

Even if they didn't ask through official channels, the audience inside the Crescent Hotel would definitely not let go of such a typical question.

After all, this matter concerned the success or failure of this trip.

Hearing Yang Lu say this, the crowd didn't dwell on anything else, and Young Master Zhao also limped toward his own tent.

Yang Lu, however, followed him quickly, reached out her hand directly, and said: "Hand it over."

"What?"

"The Luo Pan."