Burning down my ex-husband's house! I won't raise these bastard children anymore

After turning a steep cliff, Lin Panpan's eyes suddenly lit up. In the gaps between the snow and the rocks, several plants poked their heads out.

The plants are covered with bright red fruits, which stand out against the backdrop of white snow:

“That’s Schisandra chinensis, the fruit of which can be used as both medicine and a tonic.

Growing in this land of ice and snow, it absorbs the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and has excellent medicinal effects."

Xiaopang was stunned when he heard this. Lin Panpan patted him on the shoulder and said earnestly, "Every inch of land in Laojun Mountain is hiding treasures. As long as you look carefully, you will definitely not return empty-handed."

Lin Feng sneered:

"You know what my aunt is capable of, so we just need to follow her.

Hey! Pheasant…"

Lin Panpan picked up the slingshot directly. Two pheasants fluttered to the ground. She raised her eyebrows and said, "Looks like we're lucky today. We've got lunch."

Lin Panpan and his team had just picked up a few high-quality astragalus plants, and before they had time to digest their joy, they heard a gunshot.

A few crows perched on the branches were startled, and they flapped their wings and disappeared into the vast snow.

"This...what's going on!" The small shovel in Lin Panpan's hand fell to the snow with a "click". She turned around suddenly, her eyes wide open, looking for the source of the gunshot.

Lin Weihua's brows were twisted into the shape of a "chuan" character. He reached out and pulled the corner of Lin Panpan's clothes, and advised: "There are many people hunting in the deep mountains and old forests. Let's stop meddling and leave quickly!"

"Just go and see, it won't do any harm.

Let's be careful and keep our distance, there will be no problem." Lin Panpan looked at Lin Weihua with a smile, then crouched down and led everyone to move forward carefully along the ridge.

They hid behind a huge rock, and the scene before them made everyone gasp.

More than a dozen figures were distributed in a fan shape, confronting Pang Pangzi and his gang.

Pang Pang was wrapped in a black mink coat and holding a shiny hunting rifle in his hand.

The men behind him were also armed with guns.

"With just a dozen of you, you still want to go into the tomb and rob tombs? You're simply daydreaming!" Fatty Pang shouted at the top of his voice:

“I said it before, I’m going to set this odds.

If you know what's good for you, get out of here! If you dare to say anything nonsense outside, don't blame me for being rude!

Either you follow me or you will get the benefits.

Or get out now and stop being an eyesore here!"

A thin man in the crowd across from them took a step forward. His face was tightly wrapped in a scarf, revealing only a pair of vigilant eyes.

"Fatty Pang, this betting site isn't yours, so why should you take it just because you want it?

We all eat this bowl of rice, so we have to follow the principle of first come first served!"

Pang Pang snorted coldly, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he casually shook the hunting rifle in his hand:

"First come, first served? The stronger the fist, the more powerful the truth!

Think about it, can you defeat us with just your small number of people?"

The dozen or so people were so angry at Pang Pang that their faces turned blue and their lips trembled, but they dared not say anything.

The thin man in the lead took half a step forward and roared angrily:

"Fatty Pang, in the tomb-robbing world, it's important to return the tomb to its owner.

You rob so brazenly, aren't you afraid of retribution and breaking the rules of the underworld?"

Fatty Pang crossed his arms over his chest, the flesh on his face trembling, and he let out a shrill laugh:

"Rules? In my place, fists are the rules!

I have my eyes on the treasure in this tomb, and no one can take it away from me!"

More than a dozen people looked at each other, their eyes full of unwillingness.

The other strong man gritted his teeth and said stubbornly, "We spent months climbing over mountains and crossing rivers to find this place. We can't just give it up like this! We really can't swallow this humiliation!"

Pangzi scratched his ears impatiently, pulled out a wad of crumpled bills from his pocket, and waved them in the air: "Hmph, take the money and get out! Don't waste my time here, otherwise, this little money won't be enough to get you by!"

The leading man gritted his teeth and said bitterly, "You're so cruel! Fatty Pang, let's wait and see!"

After the dozen figures completely disappeared in the wind and snow, Fatty Pang waved his hand and shouted at the top of his voice: "Brothers, pack up your things, have a hot meal first, and get enough rest. We will go to the tomb this afternoon!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a short, shifty-looking fellow approached Fatty Pang, his face full of worry: "Boss, if we blatantly grab the odds like this, it will have a very bad influence on the underworld. I'm afraid it will be difficult for us to get along in the future!"

Pang Pang spat fiercely, and his saliva instantly turned into ice on the snow. A fierce gleam flashed in his eyes, and he sneered:

“I’ve already offended the Ye family, why would I still care about this?

This time when we went into the tomb, we smuggled all the treasures we found abroad.

Those foreigners are offering ridiculously high prices. As long as they can make enough money, they don’t care what the tomb-robbing community says! "

Another burly man scratched his head and asked in a muffled voice, "Boss, is this buyer reliable? Don't let us lose both the money and the goods."

Pangzi raised his hand and slapped him on the back of the head, cursing:

"How will we know if we don't try? I can't worry about that now. Let's get the treasure out of the tomb first.

Don't just stand there, eat quickly and get enough rest. If anything goes wrong in the tomb, I'll hold you responsible!"

After Pang Pangzi's group finished their meal, they started to work. The person in charge of digging holes swung a shovel. The shovel collided with the frozen soil, making a dull sound, and ice chips flew everywhere.

Some people took a compass, squinted their eyes and paced around, muttering to themselves, to determine the exact location of the tomb passage.

Lin Panpan huddled behind a snow pile not far away. Even wearing a thick cotton coat, she could not resist the biting cold.

Lin Panpan's teeth were chattering with cold. She looked at Fatty Pang and his group and said:

"They won't be able to finish their work in a short time. It's so cold, and if we stay here all the time, we'll definitely be frozen into ice sculptures.

Leave a few people here to watch, and the rest of you follow me and retreat, taking turns on duty."

Everyone nodded tremblingly, and Lin Panpan led the team forward in the mountains and forests with difficulty.

The snow was knee-deep and every step required tremendous effort.

Finally, they found a cave blocked by snow halfway up the mountain.

Lin Panpan took the lead and stepped forward, shoveling away the snow at the entrance of the cave with a shovel. A damp smell hit her face.

The cave is not big and can barely accommodate a dozen people.

Lin Panpan walked into the cave, stamped the snow off her feet, and looked around:

“Although this place is a little small, at least it can block the wind.

Lin Feng, take a few people with you to keep an eye on Fatty Pang and the others first, and come back in two hours to take over the shift.

Everyone else, let's get some firewood and have a hot meal."

Lin Feng responded and disappeared in the wind and snow with a few companions.

The cold wind was still howling, the world outside the cave was covered in white, and inside the cave, everyone began to get busy.