Beipai Tomb Raiders Notes

"Boss, what do you mean?"

"The sect leader is surrounded by a young Taoist priest and his grandfather, who are all very capable! Furthermore, Master He Wuzhe and the other experts are all here on orders! Could their identities be fake?"

He raised his head and looked at me calmly, saying, "Yunfeng, remember, the true master of Jingmen will never be seen by people of your level and mine, let alone become friends with him."

"Putting our Northern School in the context of the entire martial arts world, we are insignificant. You are my disciple, and we are the lower nine classes who will never be seen on the stage. There are classes in this society, and this is especially true in the martial arts world. You must always remember your status and don't imagine that you can become friends with those at the top of the upper nine classes."

"The Master of Jingmen that you saw was just a substitute. Perhaps he was a disciple of his sect, or perhaps someone he adopted when he was young."

I turned pale after hearing this. If it hadn't been for the leader's words, I wouldn't have even considered it. But I was young and impulsive at the time, so I didn't quite agree with the leader's conclusion. I believed that even though there was a huge gap in status between the upper and lower classes, it didn't prevent them from becoming friends.

The boss saw that I was dissatisfied, so he didn't continue to discuss the issue with me. He just waved his hand and told me to go to bed early, saying that he had to do important work tomorrow.

I didn't rush to sleep, so I went to Chaosheng's car to have a drink with him.

I said that you almost scared the fat sister to death when you suddenly jumped into the water that day. Did you really swim to Hainan along Qiandao Lake?

Chaosheng nodded and said yes, he swam over there.

Knowing he was joking, I clinked glasses with him and said, "A lot has happened in the past few days since you left. I accidentally got involved in a fight in the underworld and almost died."

"Talk about it."

I gave him a brief explanation, and after a moment's reflection, he said, "I don't think you were passively involved in this matter, but rather actively joined in. You think you're an expert. Perhaps you've experienced similar things before, so you subconsciously think you can do it."

I took a sip of my drink and didn't argue.

He added, "You were lucky last time, and you're lucky this time, but you can't always be lucky, and it's even more impossible to escape danger every time. When dealing with those people, if you're not careful, you could end up dead without a burial place. Be careful."

I sighed and said, "Brother, I am a man of the world, I have no choice! I value my friends very much, and I will try my best to help them in any way I can, because they have helped me before."

Chaosheng thought about it seriously and said, "Before I met you, I never thought that one day I would be able to sit in a car and drink with people from the Northern School. We in the Southern School uphold the family-oriented concept and usually only help our own family members. I can't do what you do."

"Forget it. Everyone has his own way of living. Let's not talk about this. Tell me more about the drifter. You said he is different from us. Does he have gills and can breathe underwater?" I asked, pointing to my ribs.

"Long gills? How is that possible? Unlike the descendants of the Tanka people in Guangdong and Fujian, the ancient Tanka bloodline in their village is very pure. Take the Drifter for example, the distance between his ribs in his upper body is longer than ours. He also has long arms, short fingers, and big toes. Didn't you notice what size shoes he wears?

I shook my head.

"Forty-seven yards."

"Holy crap! He's 1.6 meters tall, and his legs are 47 meters long?"

Chao Sheng nodded: "This is still a conservative estimate, it may be more than forty-seven. You should have noticed his eyes, right?"

"I noticed that his eyes were blue, and it seemed that even his eyeballs were blue."

"Does it look like a crocodile's eye?"

"Don't tell me...from the way you put it, it does look a bit like it."

"The Drifter's underwater speed, vision, and ability to withstand water pressure far surpass those of normal people. I remember seven years ago he took a job at an eyehole in the South China Sea. He didn't bring anything with him and stayed underwater for this long before coming up."

Chaosheng pointed a finger at me.

"A quarter of an hour?"

Chaosheng shook his head: "One hour."

I gasped when I heard that. Staying underwater for an hour without an air tank? That's too much... Is that still a human being?

Douyazai’s water quality is top-notch, and his limit is only more than ten minutes.

I know he is not a person who likes to joke, so what he said is probably true. I asked him again what the eye hole he is talking about is?

Chaosheng blew a smoke ring toward the roof of the car and said in a deep voice, "It's a very scary place. Many people died there, and their bodies were never found. The drifter was one of the few people who could freely enter and exit the eyehole. At least twenty ancient shipwrecks from the Southern Song Dynasty were discovered around the eyehole."

"So many shipwrecks? That place should have been noticed by the archaeological team a long time ago, right?"

He said, "So what if they noticed? Can they still live on the sea and stare through binoculars every day?"

"The underwater archaeological team is not on the same level as the archaeological teams you northerners have come into contact with. If they were capable, they wouldn't have let those foreigners make so much money. That foreigner named Mai something, known as Old Yellow Hair in the circle, could make so much money from the sales of the items on the XX ship alone that he couldn't spend it all in several lifetimes."

I nodded. I had heard of that ship before. It happened in the 1980s. It was said that when the items on the ship were auctioned abroad, the archaeological team raised some money and sent people to participate in the auction. As a result, after arriving at the place, they sat there for three days without raising the license plate once.

It’s not that I can’t lift it, it’s that I can’t lift it.

When the auction started, the first bid was far beyond what I could afford.

I heard that the final transaction price exceeded 60 million US dollars. In the 1980s, 60 million US dollars, what did that mean?

I asked Chaosheng why he didn't get the boat if it was so valuable?

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Chaosheng simply replied, "Yes, of course. The Southern School probably got dozens of boxes of goods."

At this point, Chaosheng suddenly burst into curse words: "Fuck, we've never done that before. We don't have the big claws that humans use. The scene at that time was like snatching something. It was a competition of who had the fastest hand. When the big claws went down, it could throw out more than ten tons of mud and goods. How could we snatch it with just our hands?"

I said excitedly, "If you can't snatch it, then just do it! Kill him quietly! Throw him into the sea to feed the fish! Who would know?"

Chaosheng shook his head: "Money makes the world go round. People use money to buy a pass, and also buy safety."

I asked again why you don’t get a big claw?

Chaosheng waved his hand and said, "Grandpa won't let me."

I won’t go into detail about Chaosheng’s so-called pass. I can only sigh that the Southern School is facing the same dilemma as the Northern School. Pure manpower and technology are gradually no longer able to compete with high-tech equipment.

But I am not worried about the foreigners and the northerners stealing their food as Chaosheng said. If they dare, they will definitely be buried alive by the wild ways.

This also explains why there are small robotic fish and underwater cameras in Chaosheng's car. Because he grew up in that environment in his early years, he is aware of the capabilities of these underwater equipment. His grandfather two generations ago definitely was not interested in these things.

The situation between me and the leader was the same. I told him I wanted to make a cavity analyzer, a geological radar, and my imaginary remote-controlled tomb-robbing robot. For this, I was beaten more than a dozen times. Once, my face was swollen from the soles of the leader's shoes.

So after being beaten, I rarely mentioned these things in front of my head. I couldn't change the ideas of the older generation, so I could only go along with them.

I refilled my glass and raised it, saying, "Great minds think alike. Come on, brother, I hope you can have big claws in the future, and I also hope that I can use high technology soon."

Chaosheng laughed and clinked his glass with mine.

Both sides drank it all.

......

At noon the next day, the sun was scorching hot.

A group of people came to Zukengyuan.

The Fang La Cave scenic spot is not far to the north, but it is still as secluded as ever, with not even a single person in sight. Every time you set foot here, you will have a different feeling. From 12:30 to 1:15 noon is the time period with the heaviest yin energy of the whole day, but because the temperature is too high in summer, it is not easy to feel the "coolness".

Zukengyuan had been explored several times before, and there was nothing valuable except countless white bones buried under the loess. This was the first time for the two of them to come here, and these ancient dead bones seemed to have aroused their interest.

The drifter was holding a bulging snakeskin bag in his hand. No one knew what was inside. He suddenly squatted down, pulled out a piece of dead body bone and shook off the dirt on it.

Just when I was wondering what he was going to do, I suddenly saw him put the bone into his mouth and start sucking.