Quick Transmigration: Hosts, We're Only Responsible for Counterattacking

Chapter 101 Turning the Tables to Become King (14)

The enslaved Xia Yu Yan slowly chipped away at the top of the wall, revealing not soil, but thick stone slabs.

Shen Yun's eyes lit up. He took two steps forward, squatted down, and cleared away the pile of rubble.

There's always a way out; after all the twists and turns, a new path opens up.

Her fair fingers slid across the heavy stone slab, little by little, until they finally landed on a certain spot. She opened her fingers, clenched them into a fist, and slammed them down.

"jump……"

First came a soft, cracking sound, then it split open at a visible speed, like a spider web covering it, and soon shattered into irregular pieces of stone.

The broken stones did not remain on the ground; instead, they fell directly down.

A pitch-black abyss appeared.

Only a dusty stone staircase could be vaguely seen.

Shen Yun stretched out his foot, probed the area, hesitated, took two steps back, and turned his head. "Why don't you go down and take a look first?"

Xia Yuyan did not hesitate at all and took the huge luminous pearl that Shen Yun had given him and went downstairs.

Contrary to his usual behavior, Shen Yun shrank behind him.

2345 was very curious about this, after all, in its impression, the host was not such a cowardly person, but rather did whatever it wanted to do.

[Host, are you afraid there's something unspeakable ahead?]

"How could that be?" Shen Yun proudly raised his chin, his eyes bright. "Is there anything in this world that I'm afraid of?"

Why is that?

"To keep out dust." Shen Yun uttered two words calmly.

"Keep out of dust?" 2345 pondered for a moment and suddenly felt that the whole system was in trouble. What did "keep out of dust" mean? Wasn't it agreed that it was being raised like a son? Is this how you treat your own son?
Shen Yun did not give an answer to this question, and even 2345, knowing the host's temperament, did not dare to ask. Let it be, as long as it was not harmed. Although Xia Yuyan was a bit pitiful, at least he was still alive under the host's torment and did not lose any limbs.

The two walked a few steps and arrived at a very narrow space. Shen Yun put all the previous luminous pearls into his outer garment. The summer garment was thin, and a layer of bright light shone through.

Each of them had a clean white handkerchief tied around their face, and their hands and feet unconsciously became lighter.

The action continued for a while before Shen Yun stopped. Why did she look so much like a thief? She shook her head, trying to shake off the strange feeling in her mind. It must be an illusion. With her unparalleled looks, how could she be called a thief?

Soon a stone wall appeared in front of them, covered with nothing but a thick layer of dust.

After thinking for a moment, she took out another handkerchief from her bosom and wrapped it around her right hand. Then she tapped the stone wall with her right hand, but it was muffled and almost no sound. She traced her fingers to the side, and after some time, she finally touched a thin, shallow crack. Following the crack downwards, she finally found an opening.

The opening was a roughly regular rectangle, surrounded by many complex and mysterious patterns. It looked somewhat familiar. She took off the warm jade pendant that she always wore around her neck, rubbed it for a while, and then slowly pushed it in.

As the warm jade in his hand disappeared, several loud rumbling sounds were heard on the other side of the stone wall, and then a piece suddenly bulged out from the gradually flat stone wall.

After a few moments, Shen Yun fell silent. She was certain that this so-called mechanism was designed by her general father. It was one thing if the jade pendant didn't create a door, but it was also one thing if there was a delicate and small vase on the protruding stone.

But why does the jade pendant pop out as soon as she lets go of it?

ヽ(#`Д)┌┛〃If it weren't for the principle of respecting the dead, her current rage would be enough to make her whip the corpse.

Recalling her general father's expression when he spoke to her, his gaze was serious, his brows furrowed; he didn't seem to be joking at all. Could it be that she wasn't his biological daughter?
No one was destined to answer her question.

Shen Yun pulled the handkerchief off her face with one hand and pressed the jade pendant tightly with the other.

Xia Yuyan walked up to her, his eyes wide, and asked, "Is there anything I can do for you?"

He didn't say anything, and Shen Yun really forgot that there was another person present. She beckoned, "Come here, hold this jade pendant down, don't let it pop out again."

Xia Yuyan pursed his lips and said, "Okay."

After saying that, he slowly walked towards Shen Yun.

Unexpectedly, he stepped on a pebble, twisted his body, and his hand involuntarily swung to the side.

Shen Yun, who had intended to play the hero and save the damsel in distress, made a move, but immediately fell silent as a chicken after feeling the movement in his palm.

The scene 2345 had imagined did not appear, so it could only glare at its host resentfully, then walk away, biting its handkerchief in a wronged mood.

With another loud bang, through the misty dust, Shen Yun finally saw that Xia Yuyan's hand was on the vase.

By a twist of fate, although she knew it was just an accident, Shen Yun still scrutinized Xia Yuyan for a while, feeling that there couldn't be so many coincidences.

The stone wall slowly moved, revealing a door large enough for a person to pass through.

The two walked in one after the other, but this time, Shen Yun went in first.

It wasn't out of pity for the woman, but rather because she felt it wasn't right to constantly mistreat her son.

Faced with Shen Yun's sudden outpouring of conscience, Xia Yuyan, at a loss, shrank back like a timid wife.

They hadn't walked far when they turned another corner. Shen Yun felt a flash before his eyes and instinctively closed them.

Covering her eyes with her hands, she opened them again, only to find the room filled with gold.

There were no special treasures inside, only gold, from gold bars to gold ingots to gold peanuts and gold melon seeds, with only a narrow path for people to enter.

Xia Yuyan was also startled by the sight, but he didn't show it on his face. He quietly took the hand of the person in front of him and then breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Shen Yun pulled him forward, and seeing the scene before him, he was absolutely thrilled for his father, the general, who was underground. He thought to himself that he was no ordinary man, able to hollow out the entire general's mansion and fill it with gold right under the emperor's nose.

If he hadn't died young, the person sitting on the throne now might not be a member of the Xia family.

Money can make the devil turn the millstone. Generally speaking, it is difficult to have both military and political power, but with money, this is not necessarily true.

2345: [No, your father... the original owner's father just suffered a lot when he was young and was worried about what might happen in the future, so he made a bet. See, you've used it now, haven't you?]

Moreover, if His Majesty requires it, he will hand it over no matter what.

"Then he truly deserved to die." Shen Yun sighed. As expected of someone killed by his own daughter, he had a unique aura about him.

The first winner will be drawn in mid-July.

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