Lu Zong cradled Han Chong gently, patting his little cheek and asking softly, "Han Chong, wake up now, wake up."

Amidst the anxious calls from the fight, Han Chong finally stirred awake. Seeing everyone's concerned faces, he asked, "What's wrong? Why did I fall asleep?"

Ma Xiong asked with curiosity, "What? You don't remember what you just did?"

Han Chong shook his head, "I don't recall. It feels like I've been asleep the whole time."

Lu Zong interjected, "Enough talk. That must have been some trick from that woman. Let's go quickly; this place feels like it harbors something unclean."

At the mention of "unclean things," expressions of sheer terror washed over their faces, and they quickly moved away.

Lu Zong asked, "Han Chong, can you stand up and walk? Try it."

Han Chong managed to stand; apparently, he was fine. He then said, "Let's head down. Since this person or ghost hasn't harmed us, it means they mean no ill will. We just need to explain our intentions, and I believe they'll let us go back."

Han Chong looked utterly bewildered. "What? Let us go back? Explain our intentions to them? Are they... not dead yet?"

Fatty chimed in, "To be precise, they've all been resurrected."

Lu Zong cursed, "Fatty, stop with the nonsense. Let's move before we run into more trouble."

Saying that, he pulled Han Chong forward, leading the way ahead.

Ahead lay a cluster of ancient structures, though long since collapsed. Han Chong stepped forward and touched the stone, saying, "It feels like sandstone—a type of meteorite."

Lu Zong touched it too. Indeed, it was incredibly soft, yet surprisingly tough, impossible to break apart, only capable of stretching or compressing. He found it very strange. "Everyone, come look at this. This stone is so bizarre."

The group surged forward, each picking up a stone to hold in their palms. The texture was undeniably pleasant.

However, Ma Xiong quickly raised an objection: "Han Chong, didn't you just say this stone was from a meteorite? How could it be found underground?"

Han Chong replied, "I'm not clear on that either. We had best ask the Queen; perhaps only she knows best."

Ma Xiong nodded; that was undeniable truth.

Treading on the yielding stone, they constantly risked sinking, so they walked hand-in-hand, eager to get past this stretch of sandy rock.

Those ancient buildings had likely crumbled long ago, merging almost entirely with the soil beneath. Walking on them felt precarious. Soon, they were only a dozen meters from the edge, a growing sense of urgency setting in.

Curiously, in such a vast area, only a few hundred square meters were used to construct these buildings. They couldn't figure out the purpose, but it likely related to celestial matters, given that all the stones were meteoritic. Could this have been a base established for communication with extraterrestrials?

The group stopped overthinking and focused on moving down to the perimeter. Damn this haunted place.

But things didn't go as planned. Just as they neared the edge, the structures suddenly began to erupt upward, resembling a pot of boiling water that has reached its peak and started to bubble over.

Lu Zong felt a spike of panic. Could these truly be set up to blow them up? There was no time to ponder; he yanked Han Chong toward the edge while simultaneously shouting for everyone to rush forward.

Soon, the others caught up, having escaped being buried by the rolling stones. They lay on the ground, watching the stones tumble and crash with enormous thudding sounds.

Fatty declared, "These must be the Queen's cooking utensils. Look at those boiling stones—they look just like spare ribs." As he spoke, his mouth began to water. Lu Zong glanced over and snapped, "You absolute good-for-nothing!"

The stones continued to roll, sending massive mushroom clouds of dust nearly to the ceiling. Alarmed by the sight, they quickly retreated.

But the moment they turned, they saw a blue corpse floating up, emitting a brownish-blue glow that stood out vividly against the murky dust. The group froze again, their eyes glued to the blue body.

Its multicolored radiance shimmered there, looking just like a corpse. No, it was a corpse.

Yet, the corpse didn't seem entirely dead, because they watched its chest rising and falling rhythmically, as if it were breathing.

"Did this alien revive?" Fatty exclaimed, staring at the body in astonishment.

Lu Zong looked too and said, "It seems he lay dormant underground for ages, only coming out today. Quick, arm yourselves and prepare for a fight. Let's see what this thing actually is."

Before long, the entity slowly drifted closer, then settled silently onto the ground, resembling an alien landing.

Everyone was petrified, staring blankly at the blue, strange corpse, unsure what foul play it intended.

The body looked similar to a human, with only slight oddities: its belly was larger than normal, and its eyeballs were blue. Most strikingly, it had no ears.

Looking at this earless monstrosity, Fatty took his weapon and sliced at it lightly. A crimson line opened up, and dark blood began to well out.

Everyone stared at Fatty in shock. Fatty offered a defensive explanation, "I didn't use any force, just a light scratch. Who expected it to bleed?"

Fatty's face suddenly turned grim. He hurriedly gestured for everyone to look. "Everyone, look! Its blood is also blue. What in the world is going on?"

As soon as the words left his mouth, everyone's gaze focused on the corpse. Indeed, the liquid flowing within its blue body was blue blood.

"This body has been here over three thousand years, how can it still have blood? Could it be a recent arrival?" Ma Xiong muttered to himself.

But how could that be? Just as they were perplexed, the blue corpse's stomach began to swell slowly, showing no signs of wrinkling from the blood loss. Curious, Ma Xiong stepped closer to see what was happening.

He nearly terrified himself to death. He saw a pair of tiny hands pushing out from inside the belly, covered in blue intestines and viscera, struggling violently.

In an instant, those small hands lunged forward, grasping Fatty's arm. Fatty shrieked in terror, scrambled backward, and violently shook his arm free, too frightened to approach again.

Lu Zong quickly urged the others to retreat, cautioning them to stay away from the corpse to avoid trouble.

They watched as the small hands meticulously pulled open the slight wound, then fully extracted an arm. Next, they saw something bright and glittering, flashing with light—they couldn't tell what it was.