Chapter Thirty-Five: Gene Lock (Part II)

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The violently shaking wall split in two from the center, a pitch-black fissure widening with every second. Fang He was already kneeling on the ground, his face blank with shock.

“Damn you, God! Isn’t this a bit much? I was only holding onto two gold bars for you for a while, not stealing them—why make things harder for me by opening yet another passage? This is just shameless!” Fang He raged as he watched the growing rift before him, nearly leaping up in fury to curse aloud.

A cold, biting wind gusted out from the crack, tossing Fang He’s hair. In the depths of the darkness, two eyes shone as bright as daylight, staring at him with eerie intent. Fang He felt a chill seep into his very soul, every muscle in his body tensing uncontrollably.

“Oh Lord, are you appearing in person now? Good heavens, I’m an honest man—please don’t scare me!” Fang He cowered and shrank back, involuntarily sliding away, only to find there was no escape behind him.

The shadow with eyes bright as day advanced step by step toward Fang He, whose suppressed fear and panic grew ever more intense. His face was ashen, and he could barely speak.

“L-Lord, I—I—you—you—”

“In this pitch darkness, are you trying to rob me?”

“I—I’m armed, you know! Take one more step and I’ll—I’ll fight you!”

“Damn it, Lord, have a little decency!”

Clutching his bundle of gold to his chest, Fang He’s heart pounded wildly as the shadow drew closer. Panic-stricken, he could barely form words.

“Help!” The terror finally overwhelmed him, and he let out a hoarse scream that shattered the silence of the tunnel.

A sudden shriek of laughter from within the fissure drowned out Fang He’s cry for help, the sound full of malicious glee, almost as if venting pent-up emotion.

The familiar laughter froze Fang He’s face in a grimace for a long moment; he simply couldn’t believe that the laughter came from Mo Han.

Dazed, Fang He shook his head to clear it, then erupted with curses.

“Damn you, Mo Han! You trying to scare me to death in there with your tricks? Push me too far and I’ll bash you with these gold bars!”

“God is here! Fang He, hurry and kneel to pay your respects!” Mo Han announced with solemn mockery, his preacher’s tone unexpectedly convincing.

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“Damn it! I’m not done with you yet!” Fang He was so furious his nose almost twisted; he leapt up from the ground, flailing and shouting. But in the pitch-dark tunnel, Mo Han couldn’t see his actions at all. No matter how fierce Fang He acted, it was impossible to intimidate anyone.

“Tch!” Mo Han scoffed, too disdainful to argue with him.

Earlier, when the two inside the secret chamber heard Fang He muttering to himself outside, they almost lost their minds—oblivious to the fact that they were just meters apart. Mo Han, desperately struggling and calling for help inside, was so frustrated he nearly burst through the wall to thrash Fang He. Even though the chamber blocked all sound and movement, they clung to a sliver of hope that Fang He might come to their aid.

But damn it, Fang He not only walked right past, he also spouted a bunch of nonsense outside, leaving Mo Han and Guan Qian inside covered in cold sweat.

Luckily, at the last moment, the chamber door inexplicably opened thanks to Fang He, or Mo Han and Guan Qian would have died in vain.

“What sort of prank were you two playing, hiding so well just to scare me?” Fang He glared at them, and by the bone torch’s glow, he saw clearly the two before him.

It was indeed Mo Han, grinning with schadenfreude, and Guan Qian, whose pale eyes glimmered softly. One of them carried the glowing bone torch, while the other held the unconscious Tang Ruyan.

“Damn it, Fang He, you have the nerve to talk? I shouted myself hoarse in there and nearly broke my hand pounding on the wall. You didn’t react at all!” Mo Han rolled his eyes furiously.

“Nonsense! I was praying for safe passage, and suddenly you just popped out of nowhere—were you trying to scare me to death?” Fang He retorted with righteous indignation, his nose in the air.

“Damn it, you want me to slap you dead?”

“Damn it, I’ll bash you with this brick!” Fang He, seeing Mo Han’s raised hand, grew agitated and pulled a gold bar from his bundle, wielding it like a brick.

“All right, both of you, enough! Leaving here is what matters most!” Guan Qian, exasperated to his core, snapped at them, his face dark.

The three conferred and finally chose the right-hand path.

All the way, Fang He chattered endlessly. They exchanged stories of their misadventures, leaving Guan Qian both reflective and relieved.

“What! You found Mayan remains in the chamber?” Fang He’s eyes widened in disbelief.

“Damn, why are you suddenly so excited, like you’ve been injected with adrenaline?” Mo Han eyed him suspiciously, wondering what scheme Fang He was concocting now.

“Heh heh—” Fang He grinned, his mouth stretched to his ears as he began to plot when he might bring a Mayan skeleton back to Earth. If he did, it would be impossible not to become famous.

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“Mo Han, what in the world are you holding? It looks like a femur—this torch is really something special!” Fang He’s eyes locked onto the glowing bone in Mo Han’s hand, drooling as he sensed its uniqueness.

“These are Mayan bones. Guan Qian cracked this one open, and it gave off a glow—truly remarkable!” Mo Han replied, also curious about the Mayan bone structure.

“Hey Mo Han, when we get out of here, I’ll trade you a gold bar for that bone—fair deal, right? A win-win!” Fang He’s eyes suddenly gleamed green.

“Get lost!” Mo Han’s expression turned icy. This damn Fang He was really shameless, already coveting the glowing bone in his hand.

Even a fool could see that the value of that bone far exceeded a gold bar, yet Fang He spoke of a fair trade as if it were nothing.

A person shouldn’t be so shameless!

“Two bars—”

“Three—”

“Damn it, four! Four is my limit!”

“Five! That’s as high as I’ll go!”

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The endless darkness echoed with Mo Han and Fang He’s ceaseless bickering as they made their way forward, but still no sign of light appeared.

Lost in the cold, pitch-black underground passage, uncertain where it led or what lay ahead, all they could do was keep walking, searching for that unknown exit.

Suddenly, Guan Qian’s heart clenched violently. In his mind, he felt a mysterious force calling to him from ahead, growing stronger with every step.

“What’s wrong, Guan Qian?” Mo Han was the first to notice something amiss and asked in concern.

“It seems—there’s something up ahead guiding me,” Guan Qian replied, frowning.

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