Tomb robber: Tuantuan, I am a national treasure!

"Oh my god..."

Qi Tiezui cursed inwardly, the veins on his forehead throbbing slightly due to nervousness.

His eyes were open and he lowered his head dejectedly. He had just managed to lift up Jinnian's head with great difficulty, but he didn't expect that the other person's body was like a slippery fish and slipped out of his hands in an instant. He didn't react for a moment as he didn't expect it to be so slippery.

"Damn it!"

Qi Tiezui's voice was trembling as he watched Jinnian's body slide into the bathtub in a position that almost submerged his mouth and nose in the water.

"Every year!"

He shouted, and the sudden sound seemed particularly abrupt in the foggy bathroom.

He quickly reached out his hand again, panickingly holding the other person's head, holding the other person's shoulders tightly with both hands, his fingers turning white due to the force.

"Oh shit, wait, wait!"

Qi Tiezui frowned, and the muscles on his face were a little twisted. He was fed up with his weak body. He originally planned to pick up the person by the waist and get Jinnian out of the water in one go, but now he found that he had no strength at all.

Jinnian's body seemed to be covered with a layer of mucus, slippery. Every time he tried to pick her up, she would slip out of his hands.

"Hey, holy shit, why can't I do it?"

Qi Tiezui gritted his teeth and tried again, but the result was the same.

He was worried that if Jinnian stayed in there too long, something might go wrong.

This time, he changed his strategy. He carefully grabbed Jinnian's neck, walked to the side of the bathtub, and dragged him under the armpits with both hands with difficulty. Then, relying on his own weight, he dragged him back step by step.

His body trembled slightly due to the exertion, and beads of sweat on his forehead kept rolling down, mixing with the surrounding water vapor and flowing down his cheeks.

Every step Qi Tiezui took required a lot of effort, and his breathing became rapid, like pulling a bellows.

"It's almost there...." He encouraged himself.

After some difficult efforts, they finally dragged half of Jinnian's body out of the bath.

Qi Tiezui breathed a sigh of relief, but veins bulged on his forehead like coiled little snakes. He was very tired. He was obviously not that weak, but the opponent's body suddenly became extremely heavy. His body was obviously very thin, but it was extremely heavy. It was not his weight at all.

At this time, the fog around became thicker and thicker. It seemed to be stirred by an invisible giant hand, vaguely forming a huge vortex.

The vortex was spinning slowly, making a low humming sound, as if it was a roar from hell. Qi Tiezui was concentrating on dragging Jinnian and didn't notice the swirling fog behind him at all.

It wasn't until a chill hit him from behind that he turned around suddenly.

"my God!"

He couldn't help but scream.

Just as he turned around, the fog rushed towards him like a surging tide. The momentum was fierce and the fog seemed to be substantial, carrying cold water vapor that instantly wet his body. The hairs on his face stood up due to the sudden cold stimulation.

"How is this going?"

Qi Tiezui's voice was trembling as he talked to himself, with a hint of confusion in his eyes.

But what he didn't expect was that the surging fog did not stop, but instead enveloped him and Jinnian even more madly.

In the vast expanse of white, he saw a dark gray color emanating from the center of the vortex. The color was like the cloak of the god of death, carrying an endless sense of gloom.

Gradually, a cool green color burst out from the middle. The green color was like a ghostly flame, flashing with strange light, and quickly swept across the entire space.

Qi Tiezui felt as if there were thousands of pounds of water drops hanging on his eyelashes, so heavy that he could hardly open his eyes. He closed his eyes tightly, then shook his head fiercely, trying to shake off the water drops on his face.

When he opened his eyes again, he felt that the whole world had become hazy.

Everything around has completely changed.

It was no longer his newly built luxurious bathroom, but a vast forest.

The towering trees reach into the sky, their trunks so thick that it takes several people to hug them, and the bark is rough and mottled, like ancient scales, covered with moss and vines. The vines wrapped around the tree trunks are like long green snakes, winding around the trunks. Some even hang down, swaying gently in the breeze, as if protesting to intruders.

Unknown plants grow wildly at the foot of the big tree. Their leaves are of different shapes, some are as broad as cattail fans, some are as slender as needles, and are dotted among them with colorful flowers, gorgeous and red like blood, while others are of a strange blue, flickering faintly in the moonlight.

The grass was so dense that it almost reached Qi Tiezui's knees. He could feel the grass leaves scratching his skin, giving him an itchy sensation.

Qi Tiezui's body froze as he held Jinnian in his arms. His eyes were bigger than copper bells and filled with shock.

"Is this an illusion?"

He murmured to himself, his voice sounding particularly weak in the silent jungle.

He looked up at the sky, and seemed to be able to smell the unique smell of the jungle in the air around him. It was a fresh scent of grass and trees, mixed with the turbid coolness of the night, like an invisible hand, gently caressing his nose, but making his heart beat faster.

If this is the case, then this is not an ordinary illusion. At least an ordinary illusion does not have such flowing wind.

But is this really an illusion?

When Qi Tiezui looked up, he saw a bright moon. The moon was big and bright, and the bright moonlight was like a layer of silver yarn, falling on the jungle.

The moonlight illuminated everything around him, allowing him to clearly see the shadows of the branches and leaves of the big trees swaying in the breeze, like monsters with bared fangs and claws.

There was a rustling sound in the surrounding grass, like something was approaching quietly, or like the whisper of the wind, warning outsiders.

Qi Tiezui's whole body was tense, and every inch of his skin seemed to be tightly wrapped by threads of cold and fear.

He could clearly feel the hairs on his arms standing up, his nerves tense, and he was alert to everything around him, but his body was shaking and trembling in the face of this unknown threat.

The chill was like an icy snake, winding through his pores and drilling straight into his bones, causing him to shiver. His eyes widened, and he looked around in panic, hovering in the jungle, trying to find a flaw in this dreamlike yet extremely real scene.

He had experienced countless illusions, and those illusory scenes were like passing clouds in his memory, either vague or absurd.

However, everything at this moment was like an extremely sharp knife, piercing straight into his heart without any warning.

Every nerve was like a lit fuse, crackling inside his body and causing his body to tremble uncontrollably.

He felt like a little lamb lost in a wild beast's lair, which could be swallowed up by the danger hidden in the dark at any time. This feeling was so strong that it almost drowned his reason.

Qi Tiezui's fingers moved slightly unconsciously. This subtle movement, almost imperceptible, seemed to have touched a horrible switch.

He lowered his head subconsciously as if he was suddenly struck by an electric current. Then, his eyes suddenly widened, as if they were about to pop out of their sockets.

His eyes were full of disbelief, his pupils contracted rapidly, the muscles on his face were twisted in shock, his mouth opened wide, but no sound came out for a long time.

Jinnian, who was originally in his arms, disappeared without a trace at this moment, like a light feather being blown away by a strange wind, leaving no trace.

"Jinnian? Jinnian!"

Qi Tiezui suddenly came back to his senses and shouted at the top of his lungs. His voice was like a torn piece of cloth, echoing in the silent and gloomy jungle.

Each of his cries was filled with anxiety and fear, but they fell on deaf ears and received no response.

Qi Tiezui staggered to his feet, his legs felt weak as if the bones had been pulled out, and his body began to sway.

He looked around in panic, his eyes like a frightened rabbit. His gaze swept under his body and saw only the marks of grass made by his kneeling there. The grass was pressed all over the place. He bent down and pulled out a blade of grass. There were dots of soil under the roots of the grass, and it felt real.

His heart was beating like a drum, each beat hitting his chest. His mind was in a mess and fear was like the rising tide, surging towards him wave after wave.

He picked up the grass root and smelled it. The root still had the fishy smell of wet earth lingering around his nose.

Qi Tiezui calmed himself down and closed his eyes.

..................

At the same time, in the same "illusion", Jinnian was lying quietly on the altar where he was born, naked, like a carefully carved work of art.

He had a slender and graceful figure, and every inch of his skin was as white and delicate as mutton-fat jade, with a soft luster that seemed to sparkle even in the darkness. His delicate collarbone, as if born to catch the moonlight, was slightly concave, outlining a fragile and charming beauty.

The black fog around was surging, as thick as ink, rolling and surging, as if countless invisible hands were stirring it wantonly.

There seemed to be countless pairs of prying eyes hidden in the black fog, emitting a terrifying aura, as if a horrible monster would rush out from it at any time and pounce on Jinnian on the altar with bared fangs and claws, but it would not tear the person to pieces, but would protect the person firmly under its body and isolate him from all threats from the outside world.

The rustling sounds all around never stopped, as if countless ghosts were whispering and shuttling in the dark, the sounds intertwined and surrounded the altar.

However, Jinnian still kept his eyes closed. His long black eyelashes were like sleeping butterflies, thick and curly, quietly resting under his eyelids without a trace of movement.

He was as quiet as he had been before he was born, when he was still an egg.

Jinnian lay quietly on the altar, his fair body crisscrossed with red and black lines. Those lines seemed to have life, winding and twisting like mysterious vines, echoing and fitting in with the ancient sacrificial text beneath him.

Suddenly, the runes on the altar beneath him lit up, and the bright light bloomed like stars in the darkness. The light spread along the veins of the runes and reflected on Jinnian's body.

As if in response, his body's lines gradually turned golden, and the golden light shone through his skin, shrouding his entire body in a sacred glow.

Jinnian's face was peaceful, from expressionless to a faint smile at the corner of her mouth, like a nourished flower. Her thick and curly eyelashes drooped, casting a faint shadow on her eyelids, like an angel fallen to the earth, sleeping with that exquisite and almost perfect face.

The whispers around him grew louder, as if he was considering whether or not to wake the other person up.

But when those long, crow-feather-like eyelashes really began to tremble, the surroundings became quiet again, without a single sound, as if Jinnian was the only one around.

It seemed that they had not made up their minds. The surroundings, which had finally quieted down, became noisy again, as if there was a quarrel.

The black shadow that emerged from the surroundings rushed over like a surging tide and suddenly fell onto the altar, surrounding Jinnian layer by layer with an overwhelming force.

The shadow was like sticky ink, bringing with it coldness and deathly silence, wrapping him tightly without leaving any room for him to breathe.

In this dark cage that seemed like the eternal night, Jinnian's eyelashes trembled slightly like a butterfly flapping its wings about to fly. He slowly opened his eyes, and his originally deep black eyes were now filled with dazzling gold, as if they contained an endless galaxy of the universe.

However, under this dazzling light, his eyes were empty, like a barren desert, without any emotion, without any thoughts, only endless nothingness.

The black shadow slowly bulged out, as if turning into a large black hand, gradually approaching and covering Jinnian's eyes.

The golden eyes were not affected by the darkness and were still sparkling. The smile on his lips just now was like a flash in the pan, leaving only coldness.

Jinnian suddenly sat up, and the darkness surrounding him dissipated like mist.

He stared ahead, as if he saw something hidden inside.

Before he could make any more moves.

A warm body came crashing down on top of Jinnian.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

Jinnian seemed not to have heard it, and didn't even glance at the person who was about to hit him on the head.

The person falling rapidly from the air had no time to adjust his posture and was muttering to himself.

He took a deep breath and quickly formed seals with his hands in front of his chest. His left thumb pinched the tip of his middle finger to form a semicircle. He put the five fingers of his right hand together, palm up, supporting his left hand.