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

As they delved deeper into the tomb, the aroma grew stronger, almost suffocating. Ying Ni's heartbeat quickened, but she remained calm. She knew now was not the time to panic. She had to remain composed and use her knowledge and experience to guide the team safely through the tomb. Her heart was filled with awe for the unknown, yet also a burning desire for historical truth.

The scene inside the main tomb chamber is even more breathtaking. The walls are inlaid with countless gemstones, shimmering enchantingly in the dim light. The central sarcophagus is covered with golden fabric, intricately embroidered with patterns, as if telling an ancient story. The surrounding murals depict the achievements of ancient emperors, each stroke imbued with power and beauty. These murals and decorations are more than just works of art; they are testaments to history, documenting the splendor of ancient civilization and bearing witness to the passage of time.

The old professor gazed upon all this, filled with awe and excitement. He knew this was more than just a tomb; it was a testament to history, a treasure trove of culture. Every step he took was like a conversation with the ancients, a sense of their former glory and wisdom. He realized that what they were conducting was more than a simple archaeological excavation, but a profound exploration and understanding of human history. He was determined to preserve these precious historical materials intact, so that future generations could also experience the charm of this ancient civilization.

Before the coffins in the main tomb chamber, Ying Ni's gaze fell on the silent figures on the ground. The missing expedition members lay scattered there, like ghosts forgotten by time. Ying Ni quickly stepped forward, squatted down, and gently touched their carotid arteries with her fingers. Her heartbeat quickened at that moment, but she soon realized they were only unconscious and not in danger of death. She breathed a sigh of relief, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from her.

Ying Ni turned to the others and said, "We found them. They just inhaled too much fragrance and passed out." Her voice echoed through the tomb, tinged with relief and joy. Mu Ya, upon hearing this, immediately pulled out a medical kit from her backpack and prepared to administer first aid to the unconscious team members. Meanwhile, the old professor rummaged through his apprentice's bag, pulling out several gas masks and setting them aside. A smile of relief crossed his wrinkled face, as if, in that moment, all his worries had vanished.

In this mysterious and ancient tomb, time seemed to stand still. Ying Ni, Mu Ya, and the old professor worked in perfect harmony, each movement executed with unwavering precision. They understood that only unity could guarantee survival in this uncertain environment. Every corner of the tomb teemed with unknown dangers, but at this moment, their hearts held only respect for life and hope for the future. Trusting and relying on one another, they faced the ever-present dangers together. Neither the gloomy passages nor the hidden traps could shake their unwavering resolve.

Ying Ni took a deep breath, raised her hands lightly, and spiritual energy surged, instantly transforming into a delicate little paper crane. The crane shone with a faint light, as if imbued with infinite power. Gently flapping its wings, it emerged from the depths of the tomb, passing through the cold, damp passage and soaring into the vast desert. The desert sun blazed fiercely, the heat waves rolling in, but the crane seemed to have come to life, nimbly dodging the wind and sand, soaring forward with determination. It undaunted any challenge or obstacle, as if guided by an invisible force, enabling it to traverse this desolate land and advance towards its destined destination.

Thousands of mountains and rivers could not stop the flight of the paper crane. It crossed rolling hills and crossed winding rivers, finally arriving at the bustling capital. In a corner of the capital, Shan Zhizhi, Director of the Security Bureau, was buried in his desk when suddenly, a glittering paper crane flew into his sight. Shan Zhizhi looked up in surprise, his eyes fixed on the crane. He carefully reached out and gently touched the crane. At that moment, the crane transformed into a clear voice: "I have found the expedition team. Their lives are safe. Send someone to take over as soon as possible." Shan Zhizhi's heart suddenly surged with indescribable excitement and relief. He felt an unprecedented sense of relief, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his shoulders.

He immediately stood up, strode quickly to his desk, picked up a pen, and quickly wrote down an order. Then, he called out to his subordinates and handed them the order. The entire Security Bureau immediately sprang into action, a team of elite personnel quickly assembled, ready to meet the expedition team. They quickly and systematically prepared the necessary equipment and supplies, ensuring they could reach the expedition team's location as quickly as possible.

With the help of Ying Ni's spiritual power, the missing expedition team finally has hope of returning home. All this stems from a tiny paper crane, which, despite numerous obstacles, brought news of safety to the capital, and to Shan Zhizhi. The crane's mission accomplished, it dissipated into a wisp of smoke, yet it left a deep impression on the people.

Ying Ni and her team carefully led the expedition out of the tomb. The crypt was filled with an ancient and mysterious atmosphere, as if every stone told a story thousands of years old. They walked along the narrow passage, step by step, toward the exit. Their footsteps echoed in the empty tomb, like the whispers of history. At the entrance to the tomb, sunlight filtered through the cracks, spilling onto the ground, as if welcoming them back to the light of day.

They sealed the tomb again, as if sealing away a sleeping beast. Ying Ni meticulously inspected every detail, ensuring the entrance was perfectly concealed. She knew this wasn't just to protect the artifacts within, but also to honor the souls who once rested there. After closing the tomb, she took a deep breath, as if a heavy burden had been lifted.

Waiting for orders from her superiors, Ying Ni returned to camp. A tense yet orderly atmosphere permeated the camp, with everyone busily organizing their equipment and materials. Ying Ni sat quietly in her tent, waiting, her heart filled with anticipation and anxiety. She knew the next decision would affect the fate of the entire archaeological team.

Within a day, Shan Zhizhi's men arrived. Their arrival was like a breath of fresh air, breaking the dreariness of the camp. They immediately took control of the place, their every move quick and decisive, as if everything was under their control. Ying Li watched them busily at work, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Ying Ni greeted the group and packed her belongings, preparing to depart. Though reluctant, they knew they were no longer needed here. They silently left the camp and began their journey home. The setting sun bathed them in the afterglow, a farewell that brought this unforgettable archaeological journey to a successful conclusion.