Tiny, neat characters crowded the page, as if printed by so Printing Technique, and the material of the letter was a mystery, resembling silk.
With a touch of trepidation, Pan Hao began to read the letter.
"Pan Hao: Greetings."
"The reason I have chosen you is that your moral fiber stands a tad firr than the others among these eight."
"You are rely a Tomb Robber, not deserving of death, and still possess a hint of conscience; the other seven have committed grievous cris and are influenced by the Blood Demon’s power. They will die tomorrow morning."
His pupils constricted slightly.
What...what does this an?!
"Perhaps you doubt my words, but please observe closely everything that happens next."
"These events will prove my correctness."
"After entering Taoyuan Village, you will have the following conversation..."
"The fog has cleared! The fog has cleared! Haha, we’ve found the place."
...
At this point, Pan Hao’s scalp tingled because their recent conversation matched the letter’s content exactly.
Not a word was out of place.
"Could this letter be a Strange Object? Is there sothing otherworldly monitoring ?"
The thought rose unbidden in his mind.
He had weathered many storms before and was not easily convinced: "If it truly is watching , what does it want to do?"
"Should I tell the team leader about this?"
But the next lines in the text sent a chill through his limbs, prompting frenzied thoughts.
"Eight minutes into the rest, Gregory will start picking his nose, continuing for exactly 32 seconds; when that happens, count carefully."
It is the eighth minute right now!
Gregory started picking his nose!
He seed to thoroughly enjoy it.
"1, 2, 3..." Pan Hao watched team leader Gregory out of the corner of his eye, eyelids drooping.
He counted to 32, and Gregory withdrew his finger, appearing to have extracted the elusive booger.
It was truly, actually 32 seconds!
Waves of shock surged within him. Why...why would this happen?
"In the ninth minute after rest, the person sleeping to your right will turn over, scratch the mosquito bite on their calf, and then continue napping."
Pan Hao continued to observe.
Sure enough, at the ninth minute, the guy sleeping to his right turned and scratched right on cue.
WHY?
His heart pounded, he struggled to contain his expression, and continued to the next line.
"In the eleventh minute, the old man reading the Bible will, perhaps due to nervousness, eat a piece of chocolate. Unsatisfied, he will eat two more. Finally, he will consu the whole packet of chocolates, resulting in a restless sleep."
The eleventh minute arrived, and the old man began eating chocolate.
One piece, then not enough, so two more followed.
The Bible-reading old man didn’t stop eating chocolates.
Exactly the sa!!
This was freaking supernatural.
Pan Hao swallowed hard.
He began to believe in the letter.
"...The reason I know so much is that you have died many tis in the endless cycles of Reincarnation. Too horrible to behold."
"The inertia of history is so strong that every minute, every second, you will make the sa actions as in past cycles."
"..."
"Let’s put it this way, by tomorrow morning, you will all be killed by a red-clad eerie entity."
"All dead."
In that instant, sweat poured like rain!
Unspeakable horror shot up his spine and into his brain.
But life is like a play; it’s all about acting, and even in such circumstances, he didn’t show any sign of it, his breathing still even... perhaps this was a lesson every Tomb Robber must learn.
"...Yearning for a share of the Subordinate Demon God’s territory? With your capabilities, how do you weigh up?"
"Don’t even think about running away. Should you flee, the blue eerie entity in the river will drag you into the water."
"Either way, your death is certain, you have no chance to escape!"
"This is the Subordinate Demon God’s territory?!"
"Now I’ll tell you how to avoid disaster: when dawn breaks, find an excuse, return to your small boat, and hide well. Close your eyes, and even if you hear sothing outside, do not peek."
"Stay hidden, understand?"
"When it’s safe, I will co find you and try to keep you alive."
"Because of historical inertia, I’m only giving you one chance. If you’re not clever enough, in the next cycle, I’ll choose soone else to cooperate with. Ti will reset, and you won’t rember any of this; you’ll never escape the fate of death."
"Among the eight, soone is bound to be smart, soone will work with ."
"I hope you do not waste this opportunity."
He took a deep breath.
Unsure whether to believe.
Who wrote this letter?!!
An unprecedented crisis lood before them, they would die tomorrow—should he tell the team leader?
Caught between a rock and a hard place, sweat soaked through his clothes.
"Hey, buddy, what’s wrong with you? Don’t be nervous, have so coca wine, eat so chocolate, and let’s have a big joint!"
Pan Hao closed "The Golden Lotus" and grinned, "The biggest hope of my life is to have a luxurious Western al just once, and a luxurious Japanese al as well. I haven’t had the pleasure yet, so how could I die in a place like this?"
His pal heard the subtext in his words and laughed heartily, "Hahaha, as long as you’ve got money, you can pick and choose won. I haven’t had the pleasure of Japanese cuisine either, and the current prices of Japanese dishes, combined with the property prices in Tokyo Bay, could buy up the entire ili Empire..."
"After this job, you might as well emigrate overseas and enjoy a life of wealth, it wouldn’t be too bad."
"There are too many unsolved mysteries in the world: the Pharaoh’s tomb, the pyramids of the Mayans, the prehistoric tombs of the North Pole, the underwater Atlantis. With your tomb-robbing skills, how could you ever live poorly?"
"That’s true," Pan Hao gave a dry laugh, no longer responding, and closed his eyes to rest and recover, "This darned last job before I quit for good, it’s not going to be easy."
Should he believe this inexplicable letter?
"Is it to separate from the main force? If I’m alone, and sothing strange attacks, rescue would be difficult."
"But if the letter is true, we will die tomorrow morning..."
"This is my only chance."
"What should I do?"
...
"How’s my writing, buddy?"
Wang Hao hid in the Safe House, boasting for a while, "Surely I’ve scared them stiff and whining miserably."
Sure, so of the words were plagiarized from an online novel.
But... can a scholar’s act be called plagiarism?
That’s not what I’m saying—it’s Lu Xun who said it!
However, Wang Hao indeed needed a cooperative and obedient partner to complete the critical task of "clearing anchors".
With only a Physique of 60, his current character was too weak to even lift heavier objects.
Add to that the technological products from the 1980s, which, unlike modern foolproof gadgets, were a bit complex to operate, it was necessary to find a reliable and obedient subordinate to achieve all the goals.
He didn’t know how Pan Hao would react—if he was too dumb, then he’d just find soone else.
After all, it was only a waste of one Reincarnation. There were 8 potential candidates to choose from, the "God of Infinite Resurrection" had limitless tolerance, no need for any fear!
With that in mind, he directly clicked the "Ti Acceleration" button.
...
Pan Hao had a restless night, with a great terror confounding his heart, how could he rest properly?
Eventually, he didn’t tell the expedition team about the peculiar circumstances he faced.
Because even if he did, it would be of no use.
Could it be that everyone would just hide back on the speedboat? That would only lead to certain death!
Finally, dawn broke.
At the mont that faint light began to appear, he stood up from the ground and stretched lazily.
He had made his decision—the other’s death didn’t an poverty for the survivor.
"Dawn is upon us," Pan Hao yawned.
"Yeah, buddy, you got up early," said the one on night watch, greeting him with a smile, "Last night was quite calm, looks like we’re lucky."
"I’m going to grab a jacket from the boat, feeling a bit cold," Pan Hao shook his sowhat stiff body.
The temperature was under ten degrees in the early morning, indeed a bit chilly.
"Go ahead, be careful."
Pan Hao shrank his neck, and step by step, left Ganlu Temple. Their speedboat was about 30 ters away.
A thick fog made it hard to discern direction, forcing him to blindly search for the speedboat’s position based on mory.
He had only taken a few steps forward when he suddenly heard a series of clear wind chi sounds.
Ting-a-ling, ting-a-ling.
Very light.
Inaudible to most.
The sound ca with the breeze.
Yet in that instant, the chirping of insects around him ceased, and the inertia from Destiny wanted to drag him back into the currents of history.
Pan Hao’s pupils contracted, recalling the content of the letter, and he unconsciously quickened his pace.
He made it to the speedboat.
Dew covered the speedboat after a night’s exposure, leaving no dry spot.
Fortunately, their supplies were wrapped in plastic, protecting the abundance of materials inside.
Pan Hao found an empty tal box and crawled inside.
The sound of the wind chi grew louder, approaching Ganlu Temple.
No, it wasn’t wind chis, but Death, Destiny!
Pan Hao dared not breathe, stifling his breath as much as possible!
He didn’t dare look in the direction the sound was coming from; he was exhibiting the symptoms of a dead man. This was a family secret technique, called the "Turtle Breath Technique," pretending to be dead to avoid so strange attacks.
The chis grew louder, and he faintly heard panic-stricken shouting and miserable wailing not far away.
Thirty ters was too close.
Death was only an arm’s length away, causing his whole body to stiffen, making it difficult even to breathe.
In the short minute, the fate of the expedition team being wiped out had arrived.
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