The tomb passage was deep and dark. Shi Lan had exhausted her soul in the previous battle with the Ninth Prince. After walking for a while, she felt a tightness in her chest and no strength in her body.

Seeing that her steps were unsteady, Ze became anxious and wanted to help her, but he was afraid of making her cold. After thinking for a moment, he took off his robe, put it in the crook of his arm, and bent down to pick up Shi Lan.

Shi Lan was caught off guard and was caught in a hug.

Although she knew Ze meant well, Shi Lan still felt a little embarrassed.

"Put me down quickly," Shi Lan said gently, kicking her legs, her fair face slightly flushed.

Ze looked down at her and said, "Don't move."

Shi Lan paused, looked up at Ze, and in the soft light, Ze's rosy lips were slightly pursed, and the slight upturn of his lips showed that he was in a good mood.

Shi Lan's lips curled into a smile.

Zexin is pure of heart. He picked her up because he was worried that she was too tired and wanted to share some of the burden. He didn't mean anything else.

Shi Lan gave a self-deprecating laugh. Perhaps because she had experienced so much, she had unknowingly erected an invisible high wall in her heart, carefully guarding against everything in the outside world.

Shi Lan turned her head to the side, relaxed, and let herself lean against the thick robe, with Ze's broad chest beneath her. Although there was no heartbeat, at this moment her heart was incredibly calm and peaceful.

Ze looked down at her and smiled, his handsome eyebrows immediately curving upwards, and a bright smile appeared on his fair face.

The sound of steady, powerful footsteps echoed in the tomb passage.

After an unknown amount of time, the swaying of Ze as he walked made Shi Lan feel drowsy. Several heavy footsteps faintly came from afar, startling Shi Lan awake. She looked up and saw what appeared to be figures moving back and forth in the distance.

Is someone over there?

Shi Lan suspected that she had misread it, so she asked Ze.

Ze pouted and let out a muffled groan.

Shi Lan struggled and pushed Ze, saying, "Put me down quickly."

Ze refused, his strong arms holding her tightly. "No."

Shi Lan looked up and saw his stubborn, stern face. She sighed softly and leaned back again.

Three figures gradually moved into the area illuminated by the light. Shi Lan observed them for a moment, then squinted.

"It's you?"

Before Shi Lan could speak, one of the three suddenly widened his eyes, took two steps forward in a loss of composure, and pointed at Shi Lan with his gray-black stained fingers, "So you knew each other all along. No wonder you were able to find the passage."

Hearing her accusations, Shi Lan scoffed and said sarcastically, "Senior, if I remember correctly, you invited me to this tomb. I didn't even ask for the address before coming. Speaking of knowing each other, I'd like to ask you, how did you know about the Ze Zhu Zi? Since you know that no one else can get it except me, it means you've been here before. Tell me, what made you go through all this trouble, even risking my life to get the bead?"

Shi Lan raised her eyebrows, her delicate face displaying an aggressive aura.

Huang Wanrou turned her head to the side, not answering her sharp question.

Leng Qingyue, who was leaning against Huang Wanrou, coughed lightly with his fist to his lips and said, "The Yin energy on the zombie is extremely harmful. You are a living person, so it's best to stay away from it."

Shi Lan raised an eyebrow. "Thank you for your concern, senior, but isn't it a little late?"

Previously, Huang Wanrou had been relentlessly pressuring Shi Lan, but Leng Qingyue had always turned a deaf ear. Now, his sudden concern has left Shi Lan completely ungrateful.

Leng Qingyue was stung by her words, his body trembled slightly, and his handsome face turned slightly pale.

Behind them, Zhou Yan, leaning against the stone wall, lowered her head. In the dim light, her face was half-hidden in darkness, exuding an indescribable chill.

Shi Lan looked behind her and asked, "Where's Master Wang?"

Zhou Yan rolled her eyes and looked up at her.

Shi Lan shuddered at her gaze, guessing that something had probably happened, so she didn't ask any more questions.

Leng Qingyue glanced at the silent Zhou Yan, a blush of embarrassment spreading across her fair face.

Huang Wanrou moved her lips, pulled Leng Qingyue along, and took a step forward.

"Since you know I want this, then give it to me. We're all alumni, and I won't hold what happened before against you. Have him take us out, and we'll call it even."

Shi Lan shook her head, looking at Huang Wanrou who seemed to think it was perfectly natural. "Don't even think about the pearl. Back in the tomb, that stab you gave me was clearly meant to kill me. Logically, I should have stabbed you back to get my revenge. But you borrowed 280,000 from me before we came, so consider that money compensation for the shock. Now, if you want to get out, it's simple: find your own way. If you can get out, that's your skill; if you can't, that's just bad luck."

After saying that, Shi Lan patted Ze, signaling him to leave.

Ze gave Huang Wanrou an unfriendly look, then walked past them and headed forward.

Zhou Yan glanced at Shi Lan, then lowered her head, concealing her unfathomable eyes.

Huang Wanrou turned around and looked at Ze's back. Suddenly, she let out a sharp cry, pulled out a talisman from Leng Qingyue's pocket, and threw it at Ze.

The talisman, glowing faintly, drifted down. Ze dodged it in a flash, helped Shi Lan to her feet, turned around and glared fiercely at Huang Wanrou. Without a word, he lunged forward and reached out to grab her neck.

Huang Wanrou turned pale and tried to dodge, but her limbs went weak. Leng Qingyue shouted and pushed the terrified Huang Wanrou away. He drew the soft sword wrapped around his waist and used the blade to cut his palm. Bright red blood immediately trickled down the cold blade, turning the silver light red.

Ze's attack failed, and his ferocity surged. His dark eyes flashed with cold light, his long fingernails grew larger, and two white nipples were faintly visible on his rosy lips.

Leng Qingyue held a talisman in one hand and a sword in the other. His slender body stood straight, and his refined face was stern, exuding a unique and dignified air.

Shi Lan couldn't help but look up at him a few more times.

Ze noticed Shi Lan's actions, his eyes darkened, and he raised a long finger, his killing intent bursting forth with his fierce attack.

Shi Lan leaned against the stone wall, staring blankly at the tangled mess where she could no longer distinguish herself from the others.

Huang Wanrou pursed her lips tightly, her slender hands clenched tightly.

Zhou Yan, who was two steps behind, suddenly walked quietly towards Shi Lan.

Shi Lan noticed her approaching and looked up at him.

Zhou Yan pursed her lips, glanced at Huang Wanrou who seemed not to be paying attention to her, and then, taking advantage of the darkness, slipped something into her hand.

"Take it out for me."

Zhou Yan's words seemed nonsensical, leaving Shi Lan looking at her in confusion.

Zhou Yan didn't explain, but just watched Huang Wanrou walking towards the two of them warily.

"What are you talking about?" Huang Wanrou asked with a smile as she walked over.

Zhou Yan looked at her coldly, "You offended Shi Lan, but I didn't. I don't want to wait to die with you. Do you have a problem with that?"

Huang Wanrou choked, gave an awkward laugh, glanced away, and said, "Shi Lan, it was my fault before. I apologize to you, so please don't hold it against me. We've known each other for so long, is our relationship worse than that of a zombie we just met?"

Shi Lan glanced at Zhou Yan, whose expression was icy, and then at Huang Wanrou, who seemed completely unaffected, and smiled.