Destructive Inspection

Perhaps due to his limited knowledge of the other world, Zhang Xuezhou felt that the Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demon in the real world were even more bizarre.

He wasn't surprised by the Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demon' long lifespans, but Zhang Xuezhou thought it would be difficult to deal with such an opponent.

When Zhang Xuezhou glanced at the camera out of the corner of his eye, he saw that there was no human figure in the image captured by the camera.

"Fossil!"

The chip in his hand was too strange, and Zhang Xuezhou had no interest in studying it.

After he reached out and touched it, the reverse application of fossil technology was immediately activated.

His petrification technique is effective as long as the chip is made of stone and not metal, regardless of whether it is jade or crystal, it can be slowly ground away.

When Zhang Xuezhou looked away from the camera, he saw that the dignified old man's face in the chip had become more distorted.

The other person's mouth opened and closed, as if communicating, but also as if cursing.

"Presumptuous?"

If the other person's lip movements correspond to the Scarlet Alliance State, Zhang Xuezhou can interpret them using lip reading.

What the other party cannot bear is exactly what Zhang Xuezhou is happy to see.

Zhang Xuezhou didn't care whether the old man remembered him or not. After all, he was dressed so well that even Song Fengying would have difficulty recognizing the fully armed Zhang Xuezhou standing in front of her, let alone the old man.

"And the tombs of Luo Yan, Luo Yongwen, and Luo Shan, which are even older, might also contain something like this!"

The chip gradually turned into powder, and the eerie purple light gradually faded.

"Hey, where are the grasses?"

Qin Wenhan, who possessed Mental Strengthening abilities and realm-building skills, was the first to regain his senses.

Looking around at the empty space, he felt as if the purple grass that had shot out countless arrows of grass was just a dream.

But now, his dream has ended.

Looking at the numerous sequence committee members around him who were still confused and haphazardly taking precautions, Qin Wenhan couldn't help but gasp.

"Only those with strong willpower can be immune to this; that's why Old Ren was able to defuse mines in this kind of tomb," Qin Wenhan said. "Professor Zhang, were you unaffected?"

"I'm fine, I just woke up!"

Zhang Xuezhou nodded.

If the chip hadn't been damaged, Qin Wenhan might still be reveling in the psychedelic effects created by this light.

It's impossible for a chip to grow on a single blade of grass, meaning it was pre-programmed and then encased in the flower bud only after the plant blooms.

There were no other signs of tampering with this imperial tomb, which most likely indicates that it was remotely controlled by the other party.

The other party's chip was a preventative measure, while what they were waiting for was for this purple gladiolus to grow.

"Grass grew on the imperial coffin; did Emperor Luo Xiao really die with grass growing in his head?"

Qin Wenhan looked surprised.

He surveyed his surroundings, then looked at the many sequence committee members who were still not fully awake, before turning his attention to the purple gladiolus.

The group was clearly affected by the peculiar plant; although their conversations continued as usual, their behavior and thoughts were completely out of control.

A single plant in a specific area nearly wiped out their entire Sequence Committee; this high risk sent a chill down Qin Wenhan's spine.

The influence of the mind may seem illusory, but once one believes in one's own death within this illusion and accepts it, the brain stops functioning, resulting in a vegetative state, which is extremely difficult to awaken.

Qin Wenhan didn't dare to act rashly at this moment. He reached out and grabbed a riot shield and covered it up, causing the purple light in the hall to dim rapidly.

Where's the grass?

Grandpa's going to fight you bunch of bastards to the death!

Amidst the commotion, many people snapped back to reality and looked at this suddenly different world. Even outside the main hall, the shouts and curses of Zuo Quan and Zuo Jin could be heard.

Everyone's expressions changed instantly, completely unprepared for the bizarre risks they encountered in the imperial tomb.

"Don't take off your mask. If we breathe in the scent of that plant, it will be even harder for us to wake up," Qin Wenhan instructed.

"What kind of grass is that?" Zhou Yueyan asked in a deep voice.

"It's exactly the same grass we saw when we hallucinated," Qin Wenhan said. "The grass grew from the imperial coffin, but I've covered it up with a riot shield. Chirp!

Qin Wenhan's level was not high, and his strength was average. His occasional chirping was annoying.

But at this moment, his chirping sounds were pleasant to listen to no matter how you looked at it.

Clearly, everyone had unknowingly received a debt of gratitude for being saved.

"This is bad!" Zhou Yueyan's heart sank. "Doesn't this prove that Luo Ke died because his brain was full of grass?"

"Why would he put grass seeds in his head?" Wang Yi'an asked, puzzled.

"Should we get a full body checkup to see if there are any seeds in his brain?" Zhu Wei asked, frowning.

"This seems to be specifically targeting the leader to sow discord. We might be alright, but Committee Member Zhou is probably..."

"I'll definitely conduct a thorough investigation when I get back," Zhou Yueyan said, her expression slightly grim. "But I've only been in office for half a month. Aren't the chances of Chang Kong Ying Hao and his group being more likely to succeed than mine?"

"Don't panic! Former Chairman Chang Kong's head isn't dead yet, and neither is former Chairman Zhou's!"

"They're not dead yet, their brains must be rotten!"

"They're all quite old and fine; their minds must be perfectly normal!"

"What exactly is the purpose of this herb? Is it just to take lives?"

Amidst the discussions, many eyes were drawn to the purple gladiolus plant hidden behind the riot shield.

But considering that their minds had been affected, none of them dared to go up and investigate.

"Can I check with my eyes half-closed?" Zhou Rihui asked.

"How can I see with my eyes squinted?" Zhou Yueyan asked, exasperated.

"I'll catch it and show it to you," Zhou Rihui said.

"We don't agree!"

Zhou Yueyan waved her hand, indicating that Zhou Rihui's method was not reliable.

Of course, if you're doing something destructive, just grab the purple gladiolus and pull it out hard, and the matter might be over.

However, the destructive excavation made it difficult to investigate further clues.

The powerful abilities of this purple gladiolus have also drawn the attention of many.

Clearly, if this purple gladiolus can be cultivated, it will undoubtedly be a powerful weapon, playing a huge role in setting traps and even wiping out some high-level teams.

"Professor Zhang, did your camera capture anything?"

The crowd continued to watch, then turned their attention to Zhang Xuezhou, who was controlling the camera.

"Gentlemen, it's a strange coincidence," Zhang Xuezhou said. "I was in a trance and couldn't control the camera, so it didn't capture anything. But we've only explored the first imperial tomb. If the verification is successful, there might be three more of this grass. It shouldn't hurt to do some experiments now!"

"That's true. We haven't yet explored the imperial tombs of Luo Yan, Luo Yongwen, and Luo Shan; they still have three blades of grass on their heads!"

"Let's also take a look at Luo Zhong's imperial tomb!"

"I heard that Luo Chong's body was missing its head when he was buried. It's impossible for grass to grow on his head!"

"Since we're already here, there's no harm in digging around!"

"That's true!"

After a brief discussion, the group decided to use a more forceful method to investigate.

In addition to the shielding materials to protect against the sunlight, the group also set up flamethrowers to fire at the purple gladiolus if anything unusual happened.

"Don't burn me! I can't take the flamethrower on me right now!"

Zhou Rihui mumbled twice.

When the others gestured in his favor, he stretched out his body and then quickly reached down with his right hand to grab the riot shield.

"Hiss hiss hiss!"

As if he had pulled on a venomous snake, Zhou Rihui felt a chill in his hand and heard a hissing sound.

As his head began to feel slightly dizzy, he forcefully pulled up the purple gladiolus with his right hand.

The leaves, along with the more than two-meter-long root system, were all pulled out by Zhou Rihui, and even the lid of the imperial coffin was lifted up.

A burst of purple light rose up, and Zhou Rihui directly pulled out the skeleton that was tightly bound by the roots of the purple sword orchid in the imperial coffin.