Siheyuan: tomb robbing? I am serious about hunting.

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The ice shards scratched the back of his hand, and blood dripped onto the snow, instantly condensing into dark red ice crystals. "Next!" Ayi Na suddenly threw out a string of Buddhist beads, and the moment the sandalwood beads hit the wolf's eyes, blue flames rose.

Zhou Yan's face suddenly changed: "Stop them!" But it was too late. Seven beams of light rose from the altar, covering Lin Yuan and Ayi Na. In the dazzling light, Lin Yuan saw Batur rushing in with blood all over his body, waving a burning kerosene bottle in his hand; he also saw Zhou Yan shouting in horror, and his men were entangled by the bronze vines that suddenly stretched out and dragged into the depths of the crack. When the light dissipated, Lin Yuan found himself and Ayi Na in a brand new space. Countless bronze characters floated around, forming constantly changing patterns in the air. Ayi Na's wounds had healed at some point, and her eyes reflected these words: "This is... the ultimate secret guarded by the ancient Qiang people, about the origin of bronze civilization... and the method to crack the living sacrifice formation." Behind them, Zhou Yan led the remaining men in pursuit. He wiped the blood off his face, his eyes flashing with greed: "Run, see where you can run to! Those bronzes are mine, all mine!" His voice echoed in the empty space, intertwined with the roar of the bronze guards from afar, and a more dangerous contest was about to begin. Lin Yuan held Ayi Na's hand tightly, watching the floating bronze characters gradually piece together a complete star map. He knew that the secret that his father guarded with his life was now unfolding before their eyes, but they would also face greater challenges - not only to decipher the code, but also to escape from Zhou Yan and the smuggling gang, and to save his father who was trapped in the living sacrifice array. The floor of the stone chamber suddenly began to tilt, and the bronze characters turned into sharp arrows and shot towards Zhou Yan and others. Lin Yuan and Ayi Na were looking for an exit in the chaos. Under their feet was a dark river with rolling golden waves; above their heads, the bronze giant slowly opened its eyes. Every step was full of unknowns, and every moment could be the edge of life and death, but for the truth, for their father, they had no choice.

Zhou Yan's gunshot exploded above the bronze altar, the bullet flew past Lin Yuan's ear, and a string of sparks hit the bronze wall of the altar. The cold wind rolled snow into the valley, mixing the smell of blood with the smell of burning metal. The hem of Ayi Na's Tibetan robe was soaked with blood. She held the Tibetan knife at her waist tightly. The blade shone coldly in the moonlight, reflecting the anger burning in her eyes. "Hand over the book!" Zhou Yan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and the mountaineering pick made a harsh sound on the ground. Behind him, seven smugglers spread out in a fan shape, and the guns and daggers in their hands flashed coldly in the wind and snow. The man on the far left had a bandage on his shoulder, which was the mark of the burn caused by Batur with a kerosene bottle. At this moment, he was staring at Lin Yuan viciously. Lin Yuan stood in front of the secret compartment in the center of the altar, and the bronze book was hidden three steps behind him. He could feel Ayi Na clinging to his back, their breaths condensing into white mist in the cold, intertwining. "Do you think you can take it away by killing us?" Lin Yuan's voice was particularly clear in the wind and snow, "This knowledge is the legacy of ancient civilizations to all mankind, not a tool for you to seek personal gain!" Zhou Yan suddenly laughed, with madness in his laughter: "All mankind? On the black market, this book can be exchanged for a private army!" He waved his arms, "Search for me! I want to see the person alive or the body dead!" Before he finished speaking, Batur's roar came from the right. This burly plateau man, holding a spear made of yak horns, rushed over like an angry yak. ​​Behind him, more than 20 tribal warriors followed closely, with their bows and arrows already on the string. Amid the whistling sound of arrows breaking through the air, the two smugglers walking in front screamed and fell down, with arrows engraved with ancient runes stuck in their knees. "Do it!" Ayi Na shouted in a low voice, and the hidden knife drew a beautiful arc. Her toes touched the edge of the second layer of the altar, and she jumped up with inertia, with the blade going straight for Zhou Yan's throat. Zhou Yan dodged sideways, and the mountaineering pick swept out, colliding with the Tibetan knife, bursting out dazzling sparks. Lin Yuan took the opportunity to rush to the smuggler on the left, and the bronze fragments in his hand glowed dimly in the moonlight, and smashed hard into the wrist of the other party holding the gun. The altar was instantly plunged into a melee. Batur's spear picked up an enemy and quickly blocked another person's gun. The bullet hit the yak horn and splashed fine debris. The tribal warriors fought closely with the smugglers, and the shouts of killing, the collision of weapons and the sound of wind and snow intertwined, making people's eardrums hurt. Lin Yuan felt a cut on his arm, and blood flowed down his sleeves, but he didn't care about the pain, and his eyes were always fixed on Zhou Yan. Zhou Yan kept approaching the center of the altar during the battle, and his only target was the bronze book. Aina tried to stop him several times, but he was forced back by his mountaineering pick. Suddenly, Zhou Yan saw an opening and rushed to the secret compartment behind Lin Yuan. Without thinking, Lin Yuan rushed over and knocked Zhou Yan to the edge of the altar. The two of them collided with a dull sound on the bronze wall. Lin Yuan felt a sharp pain in his ribs, but he held Zhou Yan tightly and didn't let him break free. "Let me go!" Zhou Yan struggled frantically, and the mountaineering pick in his hand hit Lin Yuan's back hard. At this moment, Ayi Na rushed over and put a knife against Zhou Yan's neck: "Don't move!" However, Zhou Yan's eyes flashed a sinister smile, and he suddenly leaned back hard, causing Ayi Na to lose balance. At the critical moment, Batur's spear flew over, brushed Zhou Yan's cheek and pierced into the altar floor. Zhou Yan was shocked, his body subconsciously leaned back, his feet slipped, and the whole person fell into the abyss below the altar. He reached out in fear and grabbed Lin Yuan's sleeve. Lin Yuan felt a strong force coming, and his body leaned forward uncontrollably, and he was about to be dragged into the abyss. "Lin Yuan!" Ayi Na and Batur shouted at the same time. Ayi Na quickly swung her knife and cut off Lin Yuan's sleeve. Amid Zhou Yan's screams, his figure disappeared into the dark abyss. At this time, the altar began to groan under the heavy burden due to the fierce battle, spider-web-like cracks appeared on the bronze surface, and the ground began to shake violently. "Hurry up! The altar is going to collapse!" Batur pulled Lin Yuan up and ran towards the exit of the altar. Ayi Na quickly opened the secret compartment, took out the bronze book, and held it tightly in her arms. Behind him, bronze fragments kept falling from the altar, hitting the ground, splashing sparks.