"What a cruel and desperate situation!"

"To be eaten alive by a group of long-legged centipedes... just thinking about it sends chills down my spine..."

"Where's Zhang Qiling, brother? Quickly use the Qilin blood to drive away the centipedes!"

"Damn, that would turn the guy into a dried-up corpse..."

The breathtaking scene left the audience on the edge of their seats.

Bestselling author Tong Hua, sitting at home, stared in disbelief at the screen filled with "wall-mounted trolls" on the live stream.

I was terrified by the stage set designed by Wang Yueheng.

This tomb raiding story is big enough to be made into a movie!

"In this situation, only flamethrower soldiers have a chance to break through the encirclement."

Even heavy machine guns are ineffective against these swarms of insects...

Senior Colonel Hou Qingning, sitting in the intelligence office, frowned deeply as he watched.

Subconsciously, I analyzed how a combat unit would break through the swarm of insects if faced with this scenario.

"Boom!"

At the critical moment, a deafening explosion rang out.

It turned out to be Ah Wei, who was sent by Uncle Three to be Wu Xie's bodyguard. He used Lang Feng's corpse as bait to ignite the detonators used for opening the mountain.

Suddenly, a dazzling orange-red flame shot up from the stone slab, illuminating countless wall beads around it.

The force of the massive explosion pierced the head of the giant centipede that was swooping down.

Only half of the insect's body remained, rolling and spinning on the ground, gushing out a disgusting, viscous, dark green liquid.

The ground, which was originally covered with stone slabs, was blasted into a huge crater.

Surprisingly...

Below the huge crater created by the gunpowder explosion, a dark and deep passageway appeared before everyone's eyes.

A chilling aura, emitting white smoke, emanated from it.

It is clear that this passageway connects to the outside world of the Snow Mountain Mausoleum.

"It's an underground passage!"

"There's hope!"

Chen Pi Asi and the others' eyes lit up immediately.

At that moment, the swarm of centipedes, upon seeing the rising flames, were not deterred by the sound of the explosion.

Instead, it was more like they had taken a stimulant, and it came rushing in wildly.

It looked like it was about to engulf everyone again.

"Jump in quickly!"

As bodyguard Awei shouted, Wu Xie, who was lying on the ground with his head still buzzing, was alerted.

They quickly rolled over and entered the dark tunnel.

In the end, aside from the wounds from the centipede bites and the side effects of the explosion's shockwave, the group survived.

They finally escaped death by sheer luck.

"Phew~"

Seeing this, Trimp, who had been sitting in the audience, visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

He reached out and loosened the red tie around his neck.

Clearly, he had just been completely engrossed in the plot crisis.

It seems that Hollywood will need a major overhaul once I take office.

Otherwise, those American sci-fi blockbusters will be crushed sooner or later by stories like Wang Yueheng's that incorporate Eastern mystical culture!

The white staff members around the stage seemed to have forgotten their own work at that moment.

His gaze was fixed on the stage, his expression a mixture of nervousness and lingering excitement.

"GOOD!"

"Beautiful, but it's incredibly dangerous!"...

The senior members of the California Institute of Technology's board of trustees were so engrossed in watching that they forgot all about their private conversations.

Upon seeing Wu Xie and the others escape, they also nodded in relief.

...

Wait until your vision gradually adjusts to the surrounding darkness.

With the help of the dim light of the flashlights, the group of people who had just entered the underground passage were surprised to find that...

This is not a passageway or secret chamber, but a huge funnel-shaped area, resembling the scene of an ancient gladiatorial arena.

On each step of the “theater”.

Some were sitting, some were lying down, and rows upon rows of corpses with faces like primitive humans were laid out.

The corpses, dressed in coarse linen clothing, appeared to be bluish-purple due to years of freezing.

The number of frozen corpses was no less than the swarm of centipedes we had just encountered on the ground!

Seeing these underground scenes, so densely packed they resembled mass graves.

Everyone broke out in a cold sweat again.

The air in the entire auditorium theater, filled with audience members, seemed to drop several degrees in temperature.

"Holy crap, so many zombie zombies! It's practically a zombie warehouse!"