Tomb raiding: Today is another day I don't want to go home.

Chapter 122 The Secret of the Wang Family's Disguise Technique

"Does Yan Huai know?" You are in my mind.

Qi Yu increasingly felt that he was a sign language translator tailor-made for Zhang Qiling, able to understand the unspoken meaning without Zhang Qiling having to say it.

“Master knew I was in your sea of ​​consciousness, but he didn’t know I would wake up so soon.”

"Ah."

Although Zhang Qiling was determined to regain his memories, he was not a talkative person, so after the atmosphere became quiet, Qi Yu also shut up.

However, the system energy continued to operate slowly. The extended part sensed Yan Huai but did not disturb him. This was done simply as a precaution, to facilitate dealing with any emergencies.

In stark contrast to the tranquil scene here, in the underground palace on the first floor of the Wang family's back mountain, Black Glasses looked at Xie Lianrui beside him with a rare expression that could only be described as indescribable.

"Are you kidding me? This is what the Wang family uses for disguise?"

He deliberately lowered his voice, but even so, Xie Lianrui could still clearly hear the doubt and disdain in his tone.

"Well, unless you slip up while you're pretending, or someone can communicate telepathically with the person you're pretending to be, even if you're in your coffin, no one will know that you're not the original owner."

Seeing Xie Lianrui's confident expression, Black Glasses shuddered, then withdrew his hand from the stone trough that was almost full of white, viscous liquid.

If I'm not mistaken, Xie Lianrui's aged human skin mask was also made from this stuff, right?! No way...

But whether it is true or not, since he has already thought of this, Black Glasses must not be able to get over this hurdle in his heart. So he frowned and moved to the side again and again without leaving a trace, just hoping to stay away from that drooling disguise artist.

"Let's go! There's no need to lower your voice. They won't wake up until night."

Xie Lianrui ignored Black Glasses' thoughts and actions, walking ahead as if he hadn't heard the mutated creatures sleeping in the cages on either side.

But if Yan Huai were here, he would definitely recognize these creatures, because they overlap with certain fragments of his memory, and they are exactly the same as the wild beasts he encountered in the mountain valley in Pingshun, Shanxi.

As for the so-called disguise... it's just the saliva of these wild beasts.

This level of the underground palace seems to have been used by the Wang family to raise these wild beasts, so apart from the dim lighting, there were no traps or mechanisms encountered. Of course, it's also possible that they were simply not triggered.

Black Glasses walked a short distance behind Xie Lianrui. When they reached the middle, he squatted down and left a mark below the saliva trough, showing no intention of avoiding Xie Lianrui.

Xie Lianrui didn't say anything, because he knew who the mark was for.

"These beasts were originally wolf packs, which existed when I was still a medicine boy. They rotate every fifty years, with only the wolf king remaining unchanged, unless the wolf king dies of natural causes."

Black Glasses stood up from the marked spot and continued walking forward. Upon hearing this, he replied, "Natural death? These abnormal mutated species can still have normal metabolism?"

"No, but they have a normal lifespan after the mutation. If these wolves are allowed to live, they can live for at least a hundred years, not to mention the wolf king."

"If that's the case, why does the Wang family rotate every fifty years? Does it mean these mutated species will run out of saliva after fifty years?"

Xie Lianrui was stunned speechless by Black Glasses' words. He stopped in his tracks, and there was no road ahead: "...Because these mutated species are not just used to disguise themselves by absorbing water."

After groping along the wall in front of him for a while, a click sounded, and the second level of the Wang family's underground palace appeared.

Xie Lianrui looked at the stone steps in front of him, casually wiped his hand on his Taoist robe, and then said in a low voice to the black-eyed man behind him who was almost blending into the darkness, "Have you ever heard of human-animal symbiosis?"