After surviving my ordeal, I learned that the school beauty had given birth to twins for me.

Chapter 207 Aren't we ordinary people just throwing our lives away if we go in?

"Let Zhao Rui go and check on the situation first. If he really can't resolve it, I'll personally go and ask Mr. Shen for help," Lin Jianguo muttered to himself.

An hour and a half later, Zhao Rui, along with seven field team members from Bureau 749, arrived at the excavation site of the Qingfeng Mountain ancient tomb.

As soon as the car stopped, Zhao Rui pushed open the car door and jumped out.

A strong, chilling aura rushed towards him, making him shiver involuntarily.

He looked up at the sky. It was clearly a little past two in the afternoon, but the sun was covered by thick clouds, and the entire construction site was shrouded in a hazy light, making it look particularly gloomy.

"Captain Zhao! You've finally arrived!" Director Zhang of the Cultural Relics Bureau greeted Zhao Rui as if he were a savior. His eyes were bloodshot, clearly indicating that he hadn't slept well for several days.

"Director Zhang, how's the situation?" Zhao Rui asked, taking a compass out of his backpack.

"The situation is very bad," Director Zhang said with a bitter face.

"Five people have already died, all of them our team's best young members. Forensic experts and CDC specialists can't find the cause; everyone says it's a curse from the ancient tomb. Now no one dares to go near the tomb any further."

Zhao Rui didn't speak, but took the compass and walked to the entrance of the tomb passage. The compass needle spun wildly as if it were crazy, making a "buzzing" sound, and even a wisp of black mist appeared at the edge of the needle.

"Such a heavy aura of malevolence!" Zhao Rui's expression turned serious. The concentration of this malevolent aura was stronger than any he had encountered before.

"Captain Zhao, it's too dangerous inside. Maybe we shouldn't go in?" Director Zhang said worriedly. "So many people have already had accidents."

"Don't worry, Director Zhang." Zhao Rui patted the lightning-struck peach wood sword at his waist, a confident smile on his face. "This lightning-struck peach wood sword was given to me by Mr. Shen. It's specially designed to ward off all evil spirits. This bit of malevolent energy is no match for me."

He turned around and shouted to his team members behind him, "Team members, check your equipment! Prepare to enter the tomb!"

"yes!"

The seven team members responded in unison and quickly took out exorcism items such as yellow talismans, cinnabar, and black dog blood from their backpacks, sticking them on their bodies and weapons.

Everyone wore a serious expression, but there was no fear in their eyes.

Zhao Rui took a deep breath and drew the lightning-struck peach wood sword from his waist. The sword's blade gleamed with a faint golden light, dispelling the surrounding chill.

"Come with me!"

After saying this, he took the lead and walked into the dark tomb passage. The team members followed closely behind, turning on their flashlights to illuminate the path ahead.

The tomb passage was cold and damp, and the walls were covered with moss and water stains.

The beam of the flashlight flickered in the darkness, casting distorted shadows on the mottled Tang Dynasty stone carvings, like menacing demons.

The air was filled with a mixture of earthy and decaying smells, along with a faint, almost imperceptible odor of blood.

The group slowly advanced along the tomb passage, each person vigilantly observing the surrounding movements.

After walking about fifty meters, Zhao Rui suddenly raised his hand, signaling the group to stop.

"Something's not right," he said in a low voice. "The malevolent aura is getting stronger; there's something ahead."

The team members immediately stopped, gripped their weapons tightly, and stared intently into the darkness ahead.

Zhao Rui took out several yellow talismans from his backpack and handed them to the team members: "Take these exorcism talismans and stick them on your chest. Prepare to set up an exorcism array."

The team members took the yellow talismans, quickly stood in the formation they had been trained in, and held the talismans in their hands, ready to set up the formation.

Just then, a thick, black aura, as dark as ink, suddenly surged from the depths of the tomb passage, rushing towards them like a tidal wave.

Wherever the malevolent energy passed, the air seemed to freeze, and even the beams of flashlights dimmed.

"Not good!" Zhao Rui's expression changed, and he immediately raised his peach wood sword, shouting, "Break!"

The peach wood sword emitted a dazzling golden light as it struck the black aura.

However, the malevolent energy was simply too powerful; the golden light lasted only a second before being completely swallowed up.

"puff!"

Zhao Rui was jolted back several steps by a tremendous force, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"team leader!"

The team members gasped and tried to rush forward to help him. But before they could move, the black aura had already engulfed them all.

"what!"

Screams echoed throughout the room. Team members collapsed to the ground, enveloped in a thick black aura.

A chilling aura seeped into their limbs and bones, their consciousness began to blur, and various terrifying hallucinations appeared before their eyes.

Zhao Rui gritted his teeth, wanting to activate the peach wood sword again.

But his body was completely out of his control; the black, malevolent energy was like countless cold needles, piercing his skin and drilling into his blood vessels. His vision grew darker and darker, and his consciousness gradually faded.

Before he completely lost consciousness, he vaguely saw several figures dressed in black in the darkness, walking quickly toward them.

The figures had cloths covering their faces, held shovels and crowbars, and had cold eyes.

Outside the tomb passage, Director Zhang and a group of staff waited anxiously. They stared intently at the entrance, their palms sweating.

Suddenly, several piercing screams echoed from the tomb passage.

"Captain Zhao!"

Director Zhang's expression changed drastically, and he shouted towards the tomb passage, "Captain Zhao! What happened to you?"

No response.

The tomb passage was deathly silent, as if the screams they had just heard were merely their hallucinations.

Everyone looked ashen-faced.

Even people from Bureau 749 got into trouble.

It seems that the curse of the ancient tomb is real.

The air outside the tomb passage seemed to freeze instantly.

Everyone stared intently at the dark entrance to the tomb passage, not daring to breathe.

The heart-wrenching screams from just now still echoed in everyone's ears, like a cold hammer, striking their hearts again and again.

The autumn wind was getting stronger, swirling withered yellow leaves around the warning line.

The sky grew darker and darker, and the leaden-gray clouds pressed down even lower, as if they might collapse at any moment.

In the distant mountains and forests, the cawing of crows grew more frequent and hoarse, becoming increasingly irritating to the listener.

"Quick! Help them!"

Director Zhang was the first to react. He shouted hoarsely, his face filled with despair and anxiety.

Several young policemen volunteered, grabbed flashlights, and were about to rush into the tomb passage.

"Wait!" An older policeman quickly stopped them. "You can't go! It's too dangerous inside!"

"But Captain Zhao and the others are still inside!" a young policeman said anxiously. "We can't just stand by and watch them die!"

"I know!" the old policeman sighed, "but it's no use us going in! Even the professionals from the 749th Division have gotten into trouble. Wouldn't it be pointless for us ordinary people to go in and die?"