...
Lu Xun really didn't mean to scare them.
If he didn't run now, it would be too late, and he would be carted off to the lab.
The equipment in the lab is very complete and advanced; it would definitely uncover his secret.
If not now, then when?!
"Quick, take the old curator to the infirmary!"
"Damn, which bastard donated the remains? Scared the hell out of me!" a furious museum staff member exclaimed.
"Was that an Undead Race just now? They were sleeping peacefully for hundreds of years, and someone dug them up and donated them to the museum. It's ridiculous!"
"Why didn't the instruments detect it?"
"The instruments must be broken!"
"How could the instruments malfunction? I check and maintain them daily."
They were arguing.
Suddenly someone realized and shouted, "Quick, back to the vault, hurry, hurry, hurry!"
A group of people hurriedly returned to Vault No. 7 and opened it swiftly.
But to their confusion, none of the exhibits were missing; everything was in place.
