Archaeological Site

The Tunnel

The ground above was bathed in sunlight, but a chilly breeze drifted through the tunnel.

The slow-moving air wasn't damp. Apart from carrying a dusty smell, it wasn't unpleasant when it brushed across their faces.

The rescue team members had several kinds of lighting equipment. Their main sources of light were the headlamps on their helmets and handheld camping lanterns, whose batteries could last around ten hours.

More than a dozen lights illuminated the team from front to back, making the tunnel as bright as day. The cables and fiber-optic lines they had laid along the way provided intermittent lighting and communication.

Li Bai walked at the very front, occasionally tapping the ground and walls with the steel crowbar in his hand, testing whether he could trigger any hidden mechanisms in the tunnel.

The others hadn't noticed the faint rustling sounds coming from farther down the tunnel.

Qingyao Demoness hadn't come along, so there was naturally no "Snake King" to lead the way. But a snake scale rested quietly in Li Bai's pocket, its strange aura making snakes, insects, rats, and mice instinctively keep their distance.

Their survival instincts made the little creatures involuntarily shudder with fear, as if thinking, Too dangerous! Too dangerous! Too dangerous! They scattered and fled as fast as they could.

"Could this tunnel have been dug by the Moro Cult? The tomb's occupant was a prince, and his birth mother was probably connected to the Moro Cult. Were they taking the upper-level route?"

Jiang Yue, an assistant on the archaeology team, periodically shone his flashlight at the strange symbols on the tunnel walls, muttering to himself. It seemed he wasn't just taking part in the rescue operation; he was also doing a little archaeological investigation along the way.

The Feng Shui Master following