The King of Xiuxianjuan returns to modern times and becomes a landlord

"Xiao Shu, you should know that burials were extremely important to the ancients. To ensure their afterlife, free from external interference, they meticulously enhanced the security of their tombs. Your teacher must have explained this to you during your time in school," the old professor's apprentice said to the young woman in a slightly accusing tone. His master, the old professor, was already quite old, and this archaeological expedition might be his last. He absolutely would not allow anyone, as he approached retirement, to damage his reputation through negligence.

"I really didn't know there was such a mechanism on the wall. I admit I made a mistake." The lady named Xiao Shu could no longer endure such grievances. Her voice began to have a hint of tears, revealing her inner anxiety and regret.

"Okay, whether you understand the rules and importance of this industry or not, I will emphasize again that you must not touch any items in the tomb casually. If a similar incident occurs again, I will no longer intervene." Ying Xuan interrupted their conversation and spoke in a serious and firm tone. Her voice echoed in the tomb, reminding everyone present that respect and caution for the tomb are absolutely necessary.

Ying Ni stood before the grand door to the main tomb chamber, her eyes gleaming with solemnity and concentration as she gazed intently at the ancient and mysterious door. Intricate carvings adorned the door, whispering millennia of secrets and the sedimentation of history. She reached out and pushed, but the door remained motionless. Clearly, it concealed some kind of mechanism. Her voice echoed through the empty tomb passage, an undeniable command: "Everyone, immediately find the mechanism to open this door."

At her command, the others quickly gathered and began a meticulous search. Their hands carefully groped over the door and the walls, trying to uncover the hidden mechanism. The air was filled with tension and anticipation, and everyone's heartbeat seemed to accelerate as the search progressed. They knew that behind this door could lie endless treasures or unknown dangers. Regardless of the outcome, solving the mystery of this door would be a great achievement in their adventure careers.

Suddenly, the old professor's gaze fixed on the two large patterns on the door. He examined them carefully, then reached out and pressed one of the smaller patterns. With a slight click, the smaller pattern moved. Hearing the sound, the others gathered around, their eyes gleaming with curiosity and anticipation, as if they had already glimpsed the world beyond the door.

The old professor discovered that these patterns were actually Loulan totems, cleverly divided into several parts. He realized that only by piecing together the complete totem could the door open. So, he began carefully moving the small patterns, attempting to reconstruct the totem. His fingers moved across the patterns, each movement imbued with caution and wisdom, as if he were engaging in a dialogue with an ancient civilization. He knew that every step must be precise, for this was not only an exploration of history but also a test of his own wisdom.

As the old professor gradually restored the totem, he moved on to the totem on another door. With a click, the totem pattern on the door protruded forward, rotated several times, and then retracted. As the mechanism activated, the door to the main tomb chamber slowly swung inward, as if a rift in time had slowly opened, revealing ancient secrets. The opening of this door not only marked the opening of a passage into the depths of the ancient tomb but also symbolized a major step forward in the exploration and understanding of ancient civilization.

As soon as the door opened, a fragrance filled the air, as if thousand-year-old agarwood had been revitalized. This aroma, mingled with the sweet fragrance of earth and the scent of some mysterious herb, was intoxicating. It seemed to speak of the tomb's long history, of the ancients who had rested there. Their stories and legends drifted through the air, transporting one back in time to a bygone era.

Ying Ni stood at the entrance to the main tomb chamber when a strange aroma wafted from the darkness. Her keen sense of smell picked up a hint of something unusual, and her heart tightened, her alertness rising. She quickly turned and shouted to the archaeologists behind her, "This aroma is suspicious! Everyone, hold your breath and put on your gas masks!" Her voice echoed through the tomb, reminding each member that what they were about to face might not only be historical relics, but also unknown dangers.

Ying Ni quickly pressed her fingers against her nostrils, blocking her sense of smell. Her eyes were firm and calm, silently signaling danger. Seeing this, Gu Qingxiao and the other team members immediately followed suit, blocking their sense of smell. Although somewhat bewildered, the archaeological team quickly obeyed the instructions and donned their gas masks. They knew that in this ancient tomb, filled with unknowns, even the smallest detail could mean the difference between life and death.

The fragrance in the air seemed to grow stronger, as if some unspeakable danger lurked in the darkness. Ying Ni glanced around, confirming everyone had taken protective measures, and then breathed a sigh of relief. She knew that every step forward must be taken with extreme caution, for the unknown dangers hidden in this ancient tomb were far more numerous than they had imagined. Every step could trigger an unknown trap, every breath could inhale unknown poisonous gas.

Ying Ni took a deep breath. Even though she had blocked her sense of smell, the aroma still seemed to seep into her consciousness. She reminded herself to stay clear-headed and not be misled by the mysterious aroma. She checked everyone in the team again, ensuring they were properly wearing their gas masks and had not omitted any possible protective measures. She knew that as the team leader, her every decision depended on the safety of the entire team.

Under Ying Ni's command, the archaeological team began to enter the main tomb chamber in an orderly manner. Each of them remained alert, carefully observing their surroundings. Ying Ni walked at the front of the team, her eyes constantly searching the darkness, trying to locate the source of the fragrance and possible dangers. She knew that this ancient tomb might be hidden with countless traps and mechanisms, and the slightest carelessness could lead to catastrophic consequences. She had to remain vigilant at all times to ensure the safety of every member of the team.