Chapter 408: 230 This is called Professional (Please subscribe! Vote for monthly ticket!)
Professor Cao said to Bu Nu, “Don’t worry about safety on this trip. It’s not just a few of us going into the mountains; we have the ard police with us to ensure our safety. You two just need to guide us there.”
They were bound to go.
So mbers of a previous exploration team were still trapped inside—they were on a rescue mission. How could they not go?
The current problem was to reassure Bu Nu and Adar, the two guides.
Hearing Professor Cao’s words, Bu Nu and Adar exchanged glances. They had also noticed the ard police accompanying Professor Cao and his team.
A squad of about sixteen ard police, each heavily ard and well-equipped.
With firearms accompanying them, safety did seem more assured.
Bu Nu nodded and said, “Alright, since that’s the case, let’s set out. But once we’re in the woods, you’ll have to follow our instructions.”
These things had to be clearly stated before entering the mountains.
The mountains were no playground, and the wild animals therein were not to be taken lightly.
Ignoring the hunter’s advice in the mountains could easily lead to a real death deep in the wilderness.
If one person foolishly causes their own death, so be it.
The most important thing was not to endanger others.
Professor Cao nodded, “You can count on us; we’ll follow your lead.”
Professor Cao and his colleagues weren’t new to tomb raiding and wouldn’t act recklessly.
Then, led by Bu Nu and Adar, the group headed into the Yunnan Mountain Forest.
Before leaving, Qin Hao told Xiao Bai to stay behind and return to Qingyun Mountain.
Once inside the Yunnan Mountain Forest, Xiao Bai wouldn’t be able to fly, rendering it of little use.
Immortal Crane nodded and with a crane’s cry, it flapped its wings and soared into the sky.
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Deep within a large underground tomb in the Yunnan deep mountains.
Inside the abyss, the surrounding area was enveloped in darkness, with only a faint light streaming down from above.
In one corner of the abyss, a few people sat on the ground, not daring to make a sound.
These people were from the first group of adventurers who ca to explore the tomb before Professor Cao and his team.
Originally, there were more than twenty people in this exploration team.
Now, only a few survived.
To describe their journey thus far: a dragon’s den and a tiger’s lair, extrely dangerous!
The tomb held all kinds of strange and mysterious creatures, countless demons.
Even an archaeologist with thirty years of experience has never seen such an extraordinary tomb.
Archaeology isn’t like writing a novel, as most actual ancient tombs are ordinary burial sites with no chanisms.
Only a few tombs with chanisms belong to the very highest-ranking individuals.
Due to the limitations of their ti, ancient people could hardly achieve the level of chanics described in tomb-robbing novels.
Of course, if you’re excavating an Emperor’s tomb, then disregard what I said.
In Emperors’ tombs, there are indeed many anti-theft chanisms, such as hidden crossbows, flammable oil, rcury, pits, and quicksand, among others.
Nonetheless, ancient tombs were ultimately crudely constructed due to the technology of their ti.
Using modern technology to excavate ancient tombs typically goes smoothly.
In years of archaeology, there have nearly been no reports of archaeological teams dying due to traps.
The achievents of ancient people were remarkable, but when faced with modern, well-equipped archaeology teams, they were often outmatched.
But this tomb,
the explorers could never have imagined its bizarre and perilous nature.
From the mont they entered the tomb’s gateway, they had been dying one after another.
Along the way, they encountered too many phenona inexplicable by modern science.
Each ti, they managed to escape death narrowly, and if not for good luck, the whole team would have perished earlier.
And yet, they now found themselves in a hopeless situation.
Above them, the Nine-headed Monster was watching with a predatory gaze.
Had soone not found this abyss for everyone to take refuge in, they might have already perished under the attack of the Nine-headed Monster.
Occasionally, they could hear the sound of the monster flapping its wings, patrolling overhead.
Among the adventurers, a girl with little courage clutched her mouth tightly, terrified that her cries would attract the creature.
Surviving team mbers were concerned.
These mbers, being students of Professor Zhou, were naturally worried.
“Professor Zhou, drink so water,” one male team mber suggested.
Professor Zhou shook his head, “I’m not thirsty. We’re trapped here, with no access to water. It’s better to drink less and save it for everyone.”
“Still, take a sip, Professor Zhou. You’re injured, and you need to replenish. Mr. Li, is your thod of treatnt really effective? It seems like there’s no improvent in the professor’s condition,” the male team mber said after examining Professor Zhou’s injury and looking toward Li He.
Li He was the father of Li Qiang,
and one of those who had survived the Nine-headed Monster.
A few days ago, many died while fleeing from the Nine-headed Monster in the tomb, and Professor Zhou got injured in the process.
He had been pierced through the waist.
Imdiate dical attention was needed.
But the expedition’s only dic had been killed by the Nine-headed Monster.
With no other choice, Li He stepped in to provide ergency aid to Professor Zhou.
Now, two days later, although Professor Zhou’s bleeding had stopped and his spirit remained strong, his condition showed no signs of improvent and he grew weaker with each passing day.
The surviving mbers were extrely concerned.
Being Professor Zhou’s students, they were naturally worried.
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